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deercountry2022-05-30 05:17 pm
terriblepurpose) wrote in deercountry2022-05-30 05:17 pm
terriblepurpose) wrote in deercountry2022-05-30 05:17 pm
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[Kaworu follows, in a voice soft without any humor or playfulness. It's raw and touched, basking in the flow of warmth from Paul's words and his feelings pulled in through that current.
His eyes hurt. He blinks a few times. Then he realizes there are tears there. He doesn't understand. Why are there tears at a time of joy?]
I'll never leave you. Either of you.
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[ Gideon's voice rises and falls with her brothers', and there's a softness to it, a level of care that isn't usually there. She wants to get this right. There's a feeling in Gideon's chest that she doesn't have the words for, that doesn't appear in any dirty magazine or Ninth House prayer. It feels like her heart is full to bursting, or a weight lifted off her shoulders, or a warm blanket. It's none of those things. It's more. ]
Me neither. Not even if you wanted me to.
[ Gideon smiles again, that warm, lopsided grin. It's funny because, for the first time she's known this about anyone, she knows they'd never actually want that. ]
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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.]