[Paul presses their hands between his with a light in his eyes that has nothing to do with the future or the past, no silver or blue, only the soft and complex green of the present.]
That's right.
[He releases them so he can kneel next to Shinji-kun, reaching underneath his crossed front legs to pull out a blessedly well-made box that's kept the damp out.]
There's no getting away from me now.
[He opens the box, still down on one bent knee, and shows them the two pairs of silver wing pins that match his own inside before he stands up. He doesn't fix them to their loose collars. He throws his arms around them both and draws them in close, instead, kissing the top of Kaworu's head before he turns, rising lightly on his toes to brush a glancing echo of it against Gideon's temple.]
Atreides.
[He shapes the word like love, like home, because that's what it's always meant to him. It's theirs, now, too.]
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That's right.
[He releases them so he can kneel next to Shinji-kun, reaching underneath his crossed front legs to pull out a blessedly well-made box that's kept the damp out.]
There's no getting away from me now.
[He opens the box, still down on one bent knee, and shows them the two pairs of silver wing pins that match his own inside before he stands up. He doesn't fix them to their loose collars. He throws his arms around them both and draws them in close, instead, kissing the top of Kaworu's head before he turns, rising lightly on his toes to brush a glancing echo of it against Gideon's temple.]
Atreides.
[He shapes the word like love, like home, because that's what it's always meant to him. It's theirs, now, too.]