[ A faint smile traces his mouth at her declaration. He wonders who it is that Paul Atreides can't be lost as--which one of the roles he plays. Himself? Maud'dib? The unwilling grand scheme he was born to be? Maybe none of them. Maybe all of them.
He would have met her in that kiss if not for his mother. The woman who seems to have a singular talent in making certain he and Bastila never crossed certain lines. Lines he fully intends to cross now that the politics and machinations have put him at the forefront of the board. One that seems ready to cross as her lips brush against his cheek. His attention focuses entirely on her the moment she does. All his attention--including where his mind might seem ready to wander the moment spice enters his body.
His mother had always said Bastila had the capability of capturing him instantly.
Lady Jessica drops her hands at her side at the formal show of respect. Within a moment, she is in front of Bastila. All pretenses of manners and customs by court and Bene Gesserits are dropped. She gently cups Bastila's face in her hands before pulling her into a firm embrace. Firm, but loose, as the signs of her pregnancy are apparent for all to see. ]
"You're alive," [ Jessica breathes a sound of relief and also pride. A hand rests on the back of her would be daughter's head. ] "I had always told the Reverend Mother that you were capable of using your witts to survive. Even if you are covered head to toe in Harkonnen dress..."
[ Paul feels a scowl tug at his face at the mention of the Supreme Reverend Mother.
Jessica pulls back to take Bastila's hands in her own. Then, she glances down at her signs of pregnancy. Blue-in-blue eyes land on Bastila's in the familiar mentorship and yet motherly way. ]
"She's also glad that you've survived. That something of our family remains a family."
[ Paul shakes his head and begins to pull his scarf and gloves off. He should see to getting things arranged for Bastila while the women talk. ]
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He would have met her in that kiss if not for his mother. The woman who seems to have a singular talent in making certain he and Bastila never crossed certain lines. Lines he fully intends to cross now that the politics and machinations have put him at the forefront of the board. One that seems ready to cross as her lips brush against his cheek. His attention focuses entirely on her the moment she does. All his attention--including where his mind might seem ready to wander the moment spice enters his body.
His mother had always said Bastila had the capability of capturing him instantly.
Lady Jessica drops her hands at her side at the formal show of respect. Within a moment, she is in front of Bastila. All pretenses of manners and customs by court and Bene Gesserits are dropped. She gently cups Bastila's face in her hands before pulling her into a firm embrace. Firm, but loose, as the signs of her pregnancy are apparent for all to see. ]
"You're alive," [ Jessica breathes a sound of relief and also pride. A hand rests on the back of her would be daughter's head. ] "I had always told the Reverend Mother that you were capable of using your witts to survive. Even if you are covered head to toe in Harkonnen dress..."
[ Paul feels a scowl tug at his face at the mention of the Supreme Reverend Mother.
Jessica pulls back to take Bastila's hands in her own. Then, she glances down at her signs of pregnancy. Blue-in-blue eyes land on Bastila's in the familiar mentorship and yet motherly way. ]
"She's also glad that you've survived. That something of our family remains a family."
[ Paul shakes his head and begins to pull his scarf and gloves off. He should see to getting things arranged for Bastila while the women talk. ]