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"Get away from me!"

Heels click on the black flooring as the Princess turns and begins her descent down the death rattling hallway towards her chambers. There's no surprise to hear Feyd Rautha's commanding steps behind her, but despite her initial plan to retreat as fast as she could, Irulan turns backwards, nearly letting the Baron collide into her before she braces her arms and shoves him backwards with all her might.

"You lied to me! You went behind my back! You betrayed me and now hundreds of people are dead! I told you to stay away from Piter- I told you he does nothing but poison you- this place does nothing but poison you! But you couldn't do it. You are so weak minded you couldn't think on your own for one goddamn second and realize what a colossal mistake this was, politically. I won't even try to touch on the humanity side of it because God knows how incapable you are at feeling anything for anyone! You are sick. You are twisted. You are evil and I want nothing to do with you or this fucking House anymore!"

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🦪... @deficd

"Meaning is... everywhere, in everything. It belongs to you, Ilya. You just have to find it. Breathe it to life."

Lungs empty to become one with wind's breath. Violet looks to the night skies as if they may hold answers, spirit reaching for stars that glitter like hope in iris reflections, but finds only a mouthful of stardust. She chokes on the constellations and comes down crashing. Knows that hopelessness he's feeling all too well...

"Tell me, what shape does a soul take when it hungers?"

Quiet. Shoulder to shoulder with him in the firelight glow but never quite touching, eyes fixed on radiant flecks of amber color spitting fury where starlight abandons.

"The knife that bleeds the life? Or the hand at the hilt pushing it to do so?"

🦪 ... "all you have to do is say please." ... @deficd

Someone else's hemorrhage is a cur's teething right, according to curs alike. But birthrights have slipped a na-baron's ambit before. And by woman that tempt-off preset providence ... Feyd-Rautha the wifeless. If fate had it, he'd have one by now. The current design ⸺a not-wife ⸺ watches him from her propped place amongst his other things. He mops himself through variegation ⸺ whether the blood is from an animal or a someone, she hardly thinks it makes a difference to him.

As her eyepath follows ... he nears, the tophem of his book becomes his knee; he's kneeling beside her to suffuse warmth out of her, some vilipend feeling ... two for him, at least.

She hasn't ate since in his custody. She's drank less. So she looks past the food held between his fingers and to the rolling beads of wet as they shape around his wrist bone. Then an artful line down his forehead, running towards his elbow. It's her belly that comes near to snapping away the space between him to lap it up.

In synchronous ⸺ her gaze lifting to meet his gaze as a few droplets fill the cup of bellybutton. She flinches on the meaning been laced in real time.

❛ Not hungry. ❜

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Head to toe in sapphire [jibab], Zela turns to face him.  Only the eyes that peer through her [niqab] are at his mercy,  and they are shielded by novel membranes and [human] eyelids as vestigial as the cluster of brow horns that prick her cowl. 

When he followed her here, he used more than his muzzle. Zela dares try her velvet tongue on him, but her queries, her presence, neither deter him as they do the men of Caladan nor irk him as the [witches] they despise. 

She wanted to eat the Atreides boy. 

"I'm cold," she counters, fluttering like a moth in the dark. In the sickle of light that cuts through the hall, he would see her pull on her zeydcloth sheathes. There is iron in the air; the scent of completion.

Zela lifts her hand as he girdles her, lithe and soft as a small animal. She offers it to the wolf's maw. To the fire. To the edge of a [crysknife.] The motion of the hand itself seems aware of how Feyd could shatter it. Aware, but not afraid.

"[I] make things cold, my Lord. Where I am from, it would be considered a warning.”

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🦪... @deficd

❛ You told them they'd be uncles? ❜