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ᴘᴀᴜʟ ᴀᴛʀᴇɪᴅᴇs. | ᵏʷᶦˢᵃᵗᶻ ʰᵃᵈᵉʳᵃᶜʰ. ([personal profile] spicetrance) wrote in [community profile] synthneon2025-02-23 09:21 pm

skies of rust || ❝ d'you breathe the name of your saviour in your hour of need. ❞

SKIES OF RUST

I hope to never fall, where enough is not the same it was before.
Come feed the rain
'Cause without your love my life
Ain't nothing but this carnival of rust
CODE BY TESSISAMESS

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[personal profile] battlemeditation 2025-02-24 08:11 am (UTC)(link)
[ Bastila hears the commotion going on outside the room she has attempted to barricade herself in. She can hear the shouts, the name being shouted, but before that, she heard the sound of battle: screams, shouting, weapons clashing upon weapons, and she found herself standing still as though she had been riveted to the floor.

It is hardly becoming for her to be afraid, much less show that she is afraid, but as she remains the only one in the room, she does not try to hide the fear in her eyes. If Muad'Dib is coming, then nothing good comes for her. Of course he will have no reason to not fight her and then strike her down if he is able; and of course he is able, given who he is and the abilities he surely has. She is certain that all he will see is one of the Harkonnens at worst, and at best, a Harkonnen pawn complicit in their doings.

The footsteps approaching seem to grow louder, and Bastila feels her heart pounding faster in response. Either way, her doom seems to be growing closer, and she feels her hand tighten around the knife she holds.

Now she hears voices outside the door, as Muad'Dib gives orders, and she sees the door begin to move as it is pushed open from outside. She stands in the middle of the room, as still as before, but her gaze slowly travels to the figure striding towards her. If she dies here, she will join the rest of House Atreides, who have since perished. A fitting end, perhaps, as she is- was the ward of that house.

Muad'Dib is now standing in front of her, a few feet away. She sees the blue eyes staring at her from beneath the wrapping around his head and face. This is the prophesied figure, the one who brings change with him... change, war, chaos... So many things. He could bring about her death, but before that comes, she has already resolved to fight.

She snaps further to attention the moment that he barks out a command. Of course she recognizes it; it is a form of force, of attempting to bend the will of another into compliance. It is not the form of force that leaves no options, but it is still a forceful command. ]


Surrender? [ It is a risk, speaking back to this figure, this person who has begun to take the world by storm. Bastila straightens up to her full height, which is hardly anything at all, and yet she does so because she will not cower in fear. ] You will make certain that I live, and for what? To-

[ The pronouncement that she is from House Atreides gives her pause; she had not expected that, but she supposes it would not be difficult for someone to learn she is not one of the Harkonnens. She repeats his words again: ]

You will make certain that I live, to be a servant or a concubine.

[ Distaste is plain on her face, although the fear still remains in her eyes. She raises the knife in her hand, doing her best to steel her nerves and not appear afraid. ]

You speak of House Atreides, and you say fine words, but this could be a snare for the unsuspecting.

[ She doesn't lower her knife, because the last thing she intends to do is walk blindly into a trap. Never mind that she is already in one, as there is no escape from this room but the door Muad'Dib walked through.

Still, she surveys him, eyes taking in every inch that she can see. Something about him is familiar, but she can't quite determine what it is. Perhaps if he keeps talking, and begins to move... It is a fool's hope, in the end. The Atreides are dead. ]
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[personal profile] battlemeditation 2025-02-24 05:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She watches him closely, looking to see how he moves and how his expressions may change, or not. She has always been good at studying people, and that skill has proven useful more than once. The way his eyes narrow in the corners confuses her, but it also brings to mind a memory... a memory of a younger man, looking at her with a smile and the corners of his eyes crinkled slightly, just as they are now. Is it really...?

She had her suspicions the moment he walked through the door, but they were drowned out slightly by the fear that she was about to meet her end. ]


Can you blame me for being suspecting? I have been under their thumb, doing what I could to play the part and go along with what I was told, or else I would not be standing here now.

[ And I do not wish to be under anyone's thumb again.

She sees where his gaze travels, and she can all but see the decision in his mind, reluctantly resigning himself to a fight. It has to be him. It is him, I am sure of it. He never did like the idea of fighting. Training, but fighting?

She shakes her head once as if to answer her own internal thoughts. Still, she watched Muad'Dib- Paul. All of his movements are so familiar as if there has been no time at all lost between them. The stance, the ease with which he falls into it, how he moves when he makes his strike...

His knife presses against hers, and she can feel the shoddy work of the Harkonnen knife protest against the superior crysknife. Still, even as the force of his knife presses down against hers, she pushes back, leaning in to add her weight to it, but not expending all of her strength in the process. This was how they trained, after all: tactical movements, tactical thoughts, learning to read each other's movements.

He presses further and she feels herself slide back an inch against the sandy ground, but she does not stop pressing back. Again he barks out a command, and again she sees the younger man she trained with. The wrappings that obscure his face seem to fall away in her eyes and she knows (maybe she's always known) that this is Paul Atreides. ]


You think I will surrender simply because you order me to?

[ Now it's her turn for her eyes to crinkle in amusement, and the corners of her mouth turn up into the barest hint of a smile. Perhaps he will remember a time when she said something similar to him during one of their early training sessions together. ]
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[personal profile] battlemeditation 2025-02-25 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
Why? If I did not play the part, I would have a very different story to tell. Oh, of course the Harkonnens did not dare kill me, but they had their ways of making it clear I did not possess leverage. It was survival, nothing more.

[ She stares back at him, brown eyes fixed on his blue ones. In a way, she misses when his eyes looked more like hers. There is a part of her that wants to reach for the wrapping obscuring his face and pull it away, because by now, she is more than aware that this "fight" they have begun is more of a farce than anything else.

Perhaps he does not wish to be exposed. But wrappings can be replaced...

He leans in closer and a quick exhale of breath leaves her in a rush as if she is reacting to his sudden closeness. It takes more willpower than she expected to keep the knife where it is and not drop it so that she can pull him into a hug, throwing rules and expectations to the winds.

Her mouth shifts into a crooked sort of amused smile. ]
Oh, was that you asking? Beneath the demands, was there a request?

[ She plays coy, but she can also determine the admissions contained in his words. ]

Are you still Paul, or do I have to bow and call you Muad'Dib?

[ He asks if she yields, and finally, by way of her answer, she allows her blade to fall away from his. ]
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[personal profile] battlemeditation 2025-02-25 08:32 am (UTC)(link)
[ His curiosity might be satisfied, but hers is far from settled. No, she never chased after power, or the type of power that the Harkonnens represented. It wasn't the sort of power she wanted, if she wanted anything at all. Grasping for position and power wasn't who she was. She wanted to be recognized to an extent, as most people do, but she never asked to be thrust into the public eye. Her abilities proved useful, and the Bene Gesserit wished to harness those abilities, and the Harkonnens... Well, they would have seen her dead if not for the Bene Gesserit.

In a way, she wishes that they could return to those times when all they had to worry about was hiding in alcoves during storms and during moments of calm and laughing together when they could not be discovered quickly. ]


Maybe I thought that I would never hear you ask again. [ Her tone is light and her expression calm, but a storm of sorts is brewing in her eyes. ] Whether you believe it or not, Lord Duke, knowing how to play coy has benefited me more than once. [ A humorous tone returns to her voice, countering the slight turn into heaviness from just moments ago.

When Paul sends her blade sailing away, she does not move nor flinch, as it was only a blade, and after all, this is Paul: older now, and with more titles than before, not to mention more responsibility, but as far as she is concerned, neither of them need to put on airs around each other.

Once the wrap and the mask are pulled down revealing his face in its entirety, a slow smile spreads across Bastila's own face. The plug in his nose is something she could do without, but she understands the need for it, and so she pays it no mind. ]


My fealty to the Duke of House Atreides has never been in question. The Harkonnens never had it, nor would I have given it to them. [ Her smile remains as she tilts her head back slightly to get a better look at him, eyes surveying what she can see of him through the suit and the other layers that he wears. It is not at all in her imagination that he looks very much like his father. Not that she is ready to speak about that just yet. ] Now you have reclaimed the spice and this facility. What will you do next? And what will you do with this "Harkonnen rat"?

[ The words were barely audible as she stood inside the room, but she managed to decipher enough of what she heard to determine that much. ]

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[personal profile] battlemeditation 2025-04-01 07:15 am (UTC)(link)
[ Don't we make our own fates? Why should our fate be decided by others? If I can set my own path, then Paul ought to be able too. He ought to be able to toss off the expectations set on him and set out on his own path. Perhaps there is a way that he can take what is most important about the path in front of him and use it in his own way. Surely he can bring his own decisions and desires together while still somewhat following that other path.

Perhaps all I need to do is get him to see it.


She does not resist when she feels him roll onto his back, pulling her down with him. She would gladly give over control to him, at least in these moments when it is only them in the privacy of a tent or other shelter. She would gladly allow him to lead her as he sees fit, because that is how much she trusts him. ]


Then I love Muad'Dib as much as I love Paul. [ There is a tone of resolve in her words, as well as a tone indicating her feelings for him. ] Whether you are one of the Fremen or whether you are simply yourself, I love you regardless.

The only role that I want is to be someone who stands with you and walks with you and holds your hand if you need someone to do that too.

[ When sleep finally takes them both, Bastila does her best to move even closer to Paul, and even closer into his hold. Perhaps their shared heat is uncomfortable for them both, but all she wants is to be as close to him as she can.

And when morning comes and they both awaken, events seem to unfold rather quickly, and Bastila finds herself in a position of others deciding her fate. If she is worried about it, she does her best to not appear bothered. Of course, she does not wish to appear arrogant nor overconfident, but neither does she want to be perceived as scared.

Even when the Fremen shout at her upon their arrival, she does her best to rein in her own emotions, lest she make an unattractive display of herself. Inwardly, she feels ripples of anger, but shouting back would hardly win her any favors, and so she forces herself to remain silent. Paul might feel her fingers curl and her muscles tensing in her arm, but that is the only reaction she allows.

Eventually, when Paul leads them both to his inherited home and he gives her instructions to take what she needs of his clothes, she raises her eyebrows. It is not that she does not wish to borrow his clothes, but the suggestion still surprises her on some level. Before she moves to do as he has told her, she asks: ]


What happens if these Elders decide I should not be here? [ She doubts that even dressing as one of them will do much for her cause then. ]
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[personal profile] battlemeditation 2025-04-05 06:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[ For her, the words come easily, but that does not mean she feels the significance behind them any less. Of course she loves Paul, and so, because of that, she loves Muad'Dib. To her, it is not blind devotion or anything fanatical, but simply the fact that she loves him and while circumstances may arise that see that love tested, she is confident in this moment that nothing will change how she feels.

But then Paul makes that statement and surprise shifts into something of worry. ]


Doing that would hardly aid you, Paul. You need the Fremen for your cause, because you need people with you to reach your aims. The last thing I intend is to be the reason your cause fails.

[ Of course she knows that Paul requires allies, and the Fremen are the ones he has chosen. Or was it the Fremen who chose him? Perhaps the path that Paul is on led him to the Fremen, so it was inevitable that they would work together.

If that is the case, that is even more reason for Bastila to not stand in the way. ]


I appreciate that, Paul, but if protecting me means jeopardizing your relations with the Fremen, then that is the last thing you should do. I understand your position as this house's leader, but there are things more important, aren't there?

[ Some things do trump familial connections, such as Paul's overarching goals. A part of Bastila would just as soon rely on Paul's protection, but the part of her that can recognize the importance of plans and allies recoils from that idea of simply letting Paul fulfill the role of protector, as to her, Paul's long term goals are of greater importance. ]
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[personal profile] battlemeditation 2025-04-11 07:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Paul's reactions tell her all she needs to know about how she needs to approach this situation and what she needs to do. All of this is moves and counter moves, a strange dance of politics and alliances and seeking to use what benefits people bring to the table.

It is not a dance Bastila wishes to be a part of, but fate or destiny or both has decided she is part of it, along with Paul and Jessica. ]


We are not going to lose you, either. [ They can hardly afford to lose any of them, and as far as she is concerned, they all survive together or not at all. And if Paul goes, well, she imagines Jessica may not be long in following him, although in some ways, Jessica is the strongest of them all. ] We'll survive together, or make the Harkonnens regret thinking they could best House Atreides.

[ Because, really, that is who their enemy is at the moment. The Fremen are not an enemy, just a group of people who does not seem to trust strangers, and Bastila can hardly fault them for that.

Her gaze zeroes in on his when he steps forward. She knows what she wants to do, now before they are interrupted by anyone. Who knows when they will have a moment alone together? Even if another moment presents itself, there is something she wants to do right now, and she won't be stopped from doing it. ]


Maybe not, and you can hold your own as well, but that does not mean we can't protect each other. Watch each other's backs. [ She had no intention of doing anything different, anyway. ] And I would not downplay your own abilities in combat. Gurney and Duncan taught you well. Combine that with Prana-bindu and no one is going to take you by surprise.

[ He is even closer now, and she could kiss him if she wanted to. She wants to, and driven by that want, she leans forward slightly, hands moving to curl around him, when... at the last second, a voice cuts through the relative silence.

Jessica.

Bastila straightens up, but she does not pull back too far from Paul, turning slightly as Jessica approaches them both. This is one of those moments where she wishes she could simply slide out of view down a hallway and leave Paul and Jessica to talk or argue or whatever it is they are about to do.

But here, there is no room to do that, and so she stays where she is but tries to appear as though she is not listening or eavesdropping. That is, until Paul brings attention to the fact that Bastila is there.

At first, she finds herself startled not only by the blue eyes but the tattoos that were not there the last time that Bastila saw Paul's mother. Clearly she has changed considerably since then, but even with the changes, she is unmistakably the Lady Jessica.

Bastila is quick to dip into a brief curtsy of respect, but before she does so, she scoots forward just slightly and brushes a light kiss against Paul's cheek. It is not the deep gesture she meant to give, but with Jessica's arrival, adjustments had to be made. With that done, then she moves to show proper respect to Paul's mother, concealing a slight smile as she does so. ]

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[ Standing in hallways outside of rooms is not something Bastila does on a daily basis. She would never eavesdrop nor listen in on conversations that do not concern her, and perhaps she could explain this away by saying that it is not eavesdropping, since she is meant to be joining Paul and the Lady Jessica for breakfast. Still, she has lingered longer than is expected and perhaps longer than is acceptable, and yet she finds herself hesitating.

The Duke and his lady (well, his concubine) have always been kind to her, taking her in when they could have just as easily turned her away. That kindness has not stopped; instead, Lady Jessica has begun instructing her. Training her. Teaching her abilities and skills that she says will only aid her as time goes on. Bastila does not doubt her words; she is sure that these skills will prove useful. She cannot even protest, as doing so would be ungrateful and a slap in the face after everything this family has done for her.

Still, a part of her wishes she could rebel. She wishes she could go back to a simpler time when she could sit in alcoves at night talking about anything and everything with her best friend Paul. She would be lying to herself if she said that she did not feel a distance growing between them, a distance subtly encouraged by Jessica. It is a distance that Bastila hates and it is one she is trying to push back against, but Jessica has noticed that and it has not stopped her efforts in the slightest.

Another minute passes and Bastila knows that her time has run out and she can't linger out here any longer. She has delayed enough as it is, and surely Jessica is already beginning to frown with disapproval. After another brief moment, the doors open and Bastila steps inside. She walks in, doing her best to appear unbothered or unsettled even as she greets Jessica first and then Paul. ]


Good morning, Lady Jessica. I- I apologize for the delay. [ She should offer an explanation for why she was late, but she finds that she does not have one. ] I was tired, although I know that is hardly a reason.

[ She spares a glance for Paul, and the look in her eyes softens as she tries to meet his gaze. She misses him and she misses talking with him for hours whenever they both felt like it. ]

Full dress? So this is a very special occasion, then. [ She knew it was, given the whisperings going on throughout the house, and because Jessica had said as much previously. The expectation that they appear in full dress only underlines that for her. ]
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[personal profile] battlemeditation 2025-03-23 05:51 am (UTC)(link)
[ That part of Bastila that would rebel and go against Jessica's expectations for both of them wants to meet Paul's gaze and keep looking at him, but even as the thought enters her mind, she can all but feel Jessica's disapproval and hear her words in her mind: You must keep your focus on your studies and upon the lessons I'm teaching you. Distractions cannot be afforded.

If she were much younger and if she were not being observed even now, she would stick her tongue out at the thought of being lectured. Still, she makes a face because she does not particularly enjoy the more formal aspects of being a ward of House Atreides. Of course, they are unavoidable, and of course, she does as she is told, but she would much rather find somewhere quiet to read or talk with Paul than put on fancy dress and stand at attention. ]


Ceremony. [ She repeats the word and resists the urge to roll her eyes. ] It sounds very important, and it sounds as though important people will be present.

[ Still, it does not sound like her idea of a good time, not that it is up to her. ]

I suppose that since the entirety of the House is making the move, I am to accompany you as well. [ At least, that is her understanding of the matter; she has not been told otherwise, and so she assumed that it was something that went without saying. She looks to Jessica for confirmation. ]
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[personal profile] battlemeditation 2025-03-23 07:55 am (UTC)(link)
[ Truthfully, Bastila has become increasingly aware of that sense of separation between them, and she knows she does not like it. To her, Paul will never be an outsider; he'll always be someone important to her, someone she cares about very much, and those feelings of care may very well be something more. Not that Jessica approves of those feelings, even if all she has is a suspicion that something is going on between them.

And now more than ever, Bastila wants to find a moment to sneak away with Paul so it can be just the two of them talking over these recent developments and trying to lay their own plans, even if nothing ever comes of them. ]


Of course. [ She still thinks of her family as her family, but the members of House Atreides are like her family as well. Perhaps they might even be more than "like family". ] If they refuse, where will I go?

[ She knows the answer but she wants to hear it out loud, at least once more. ]

I wonder why all of this is happening now. I know it must not be sudden, as the plans must have been discussed, but it feels like it is sudden.

[ She pauses long enough to take a bite of the breakfast portioned out for her, and as she does so, she steals a glance in Paul's direction, wishing she could reach for his hand. ]

Arrakis is a nice-sounding name, even if the place itself is quite different.

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[personal profile] battlemeditation 2025-04-21 04:37 am (UTC)(link)
[ Bastila doesn’t answer immediately. She remains silent for a moment, watching tlast formalities of the ceremony. As she watches, her fingers tighten at her sides, curling slightly into the gown she put on for formality's sake. It's uncomfortable and it feels like it restricts her movement more than she'd like, but there's nothing she can do about it right now. ]

I wondered if you would want to slip away, even for just a few minutes, Paul.

[ Her voice is low, but the slight smile on her face points to amusement and an interest in going with him wherever and whenever he wants. ]

You're doing it again, that habit of yours. Except it's more than a habit... It's something that's part of you. You're not like other people who want to be the center of attention; you actually like being alone.

[ She finally turns her head to look at him with a curious look in her eyes. Is it something like mischief? More amusement? Attraction? Maybe it's all of the above. Still, if they're going to leave, they need to do it now. ]

What do you think our chances are of sneaking off unnoticed? They might be focused on other things, but your mother seems to have eyes everywhere, even in the back of her head. [ Bastila pauses to glance around to see if she can spot Jessica nearby or not. ]

But- a little risk is half the fun, isn't it? And I would be lying if I said that I did not want to slip away with you. So, where shall we go?