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

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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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[battlemeditation]

[ Bastila wants to believe them to be true, because it's important to her that she and Paul can control their own destinies, their own fates. Paul might say otherwise, however reluctantly, given what he has seen in dreams and visions, but Bastila refuses to believe that their paths are already decided. And as far as she is concerned, Paul's path and her path are the same. They are connected, intertwined, no matter what the Bene Gesserit have to say.

If he can just admit that they are connected and hang all the rest of his visions, except for the ones he wants to see become reality? That is good enough for her. Of course, she can't know the nature of his thoughts, even though she can venture a guess at them based upon his expressions and his words.

And, well, if what he can see leads them closer, and if it leads to children... So much the better. She wants a life with Paul, and if that life includes having a family together, again, she has no complaints. ]

I know that there was no ignoring the orders from the Emperor, but I wish that the outcome had been different. I know we all wish that, and that there is no use in wishing, but I can hardly help it. If I could reach back and do something to save your father, you know that I would.

[ She hums quietly in thought, not because she finds anything about this moment they are sharing anything less than serious, but because she needs a moment to gather her thoughts. She knows that she stays close to the Atreides by her own choice; it may not have started out that way, and some would say it still is not her choice, but even if she had all the choices in the world, she would still stay with them as long as they allowed her to. ]

There may be an entire world out there for me to see, and much more for me to do, but- I choose to remain here. I choose to remain with you. I do not need those other possibilities, whatever they may be. All I need is to be yours, to walk with you and talk with you and simply be here. I would never ask the Sisterhood for that.

[ For anything, if she is being honest with herself. Well, that is not entirely true. She would ask for their help if it came down to Paul's life being in danger and the Sisterhood could do something about it.

She stares at Paul then, or what she can see of him, with a longing in her eyes: a longing to place both hands on either side of his face and pull him in for a kiss. But for the moment, although it takes great effort, she refrains. ]

I did not- I was not ready to give all of you up as dead. How could anyone be ready for that?

[ She had thought about what she would do if she was the only one left alive; would she try to leave Arrakis? Surely the Sisterhood would see her secreted off-world. But where would she go? What would she do? Either path seemed to lead to no future that she wanted for herself. ]

I do not care what the Harkonnens think. The only thing that I have to say about them is that I wish they were all dead, and of course, that is an impossibility.

[ She slides a little closer to him then, pressing more of herself against him, simply because she wants to be close to him, not because she wishes to do anything more. The time is not right for that, she tells herself. ]

I wonder... What would Muad'dib have me do? Still, I find that what Paul Atreides desires to be of greater importance.

[ He states what he would have her do, and she smiles warmly at him. ] Then it is good that I am here with no intention of ever leaving your side. And if you wish for me to fulfill those roles for you, I shall do my best to see your wishes fulfilled to the letter.

[ And again, that urge to simply kiss him without thought of propriety rises to the surface. How long can she resist this urge? ]