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Muad'Dib was disinheritedĀ and he spoke for the disinherited of all time. He cried out against that profound injustice which alienates the individual from that which he was taught to believe, from that which seemed to come to him as a right.
The Mahdinate, An Analysis by Harq Al-Ada (Page: 431. Novel: Children of Dune. Author: Frank Herbert)
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ā @mahdinate: you want me to be yours , then you've gotta be mine . // āĀ Ā YouĀ knowĀ IĀ am.Ā Ā āĀ RageĀ notĀ unlikeĀ thatĀ desertĀ soĀ belovedĀ cookingĀ beneathĀ theĀ sun,Ā Ā itĀ simmersĀ whereĀ theyĀ seethe.Ā Ā See,Ā Ā thereĀ isĀ nothingĀ likeĀ theĀ wayĀ heĀ glowersĀ hereĀ becauseĀ notĀ evenĀ angerĀ couldĀ describeĀ it.Ā Ā DuncanĀ IdahoĀ isĀ nothingĀ moreĀ thanĀ anĀ afflictionĀ andĀ everyĀ timeĀ StilesĀ seesĀ him,Ā Ā theyĀ alreadyĀ seeĀ bloodĀ spilledĀ downĀ hisĀ stillsuit,Ā Ā wastedĀ waterĀ poolingĀ atĀ hisĀ feet.Ā Ā StilesĀ canĀ tasteĀ it,Ā Ā too;Ā Ā itĀ tastesĀ likeĀ retribution,Ā Ā likeĀ absolution.Ā Ā StilesĀ canĀ tasteĀ herĀ blood,Ā Ā too.
HeĀ wantsĀ toĀ tasteĀ hersĀ forĀ howĀ sheĀ teasesĀ himĀ whenĀ sheāsĀ withĀ herĀ otherĀ lover.
āĀ Ā DoĀ notĀ makeĀ theĀ mistakeĀ ofĀ thinkingĀ meĀ susceptibleĀ toĀ yourĀ tricks.Ā Ā āĀ HerĀ throatĀ wearsĀ hisĀ handĀ beautifully;Ā Ā heĀ gripsĀ itĀ nowĀ whereĀ theyĀ areĀ tuckedĀ awayĀ fromĀ sight,Ā Ā theĀ onlyĀ wayĀ theyĀ canĀ beĀ really.Ā Ā AndĀ despiteĀ theĀ collarĀ heāsĀ madeĀ aroundĀ herĀ neck,Ā Ā itāsĀ sheĀ whoĀ hasĀ allĀ theĀ power.Ā Ā TheyĀ canĀ feelĀ itĀ inĀ theĀ wayĀ sheĀ smirks.Ā Ā LikeĀ sheādĀ askedĀ himĀ toĀ putĀ hisĀ palmĀ there.Ā Ā LikeĀ sheĀ makesĀ himĀ squeeze.Ā Ā āĀ Ā IĀ wonātĀ shareĀ you.Ā Ā IĀ willĀ doĀ whatĀ IĀ mustĀ ifĀ itĀ meansĀ IĀ noĀ longerĀ haveĀ to.Ā Ā ā
ā @mahdinate: you're looking at me like i'm see-through . // SheĀ isĀ wearingĀ somethingĀ thatĀ isĀ definitelyĀ consideredĀ seeĀ -Ā throughĀ andĀ IĀ haveĀ toĀ thinkĀ thatĀ theyĀ sayĀ thisĀ onĀ purpose.Ā Ā SheāsĀ maybeĀ tryingĀ toĀ beĀ funny,Ā Ā butĀ IĀ donātĀ seeĀ theĀ humorĀ inĀ it.Ā Ā AliaĀ isĀ dressedĀ inĀ finery,Ā Ā gossamerĀ -Ā thinĀ asĀ itĀ is,Ā Ā theĀ glitterĀ inĀ theĀ materialĀ asĀ blueĀ inĀ theĀ lightĀ asĀ herĀ eyes;Ā Ā IĀ wantĀ toĀ scratchĀ thoseĀ eyesĀ outĀ forĀ theĀ wayĀ sheĀ looksĀ atĀ meĀ rightĀ now.Ā Ā LikeĀ IĀ amĀ eitherĀ someĀ kindĀ ofĀ poisonedĀ fruitĀ sheĀ wouldnātĀ mindĀ unhingingĀ herĀ jawĀ forĀ orĀ maybeĀ likeĀ IĀ amĀ inĀ theirĀ way.Ā Ā SheĀ definitelyĀ isnātĀ lookingĀ atĀ meĀ withĀ respect.
āĀ Ā YouĀ areĀ mistaken.Ā Ā āĀ IĀ liftĀ myĀ chinĀ atĀ herĀ andĀ forceĀ myselfĀ toĀ maintainĀ eyeĀ contact.Ā Ā SheĀ isĀ devastating,Ā Ā whichĀ makesĀ meĀ feelĀ allĀ theĀ moreĀ violent.Ā Ā IĀ hateĀ thatĀ sheĀ fitsĀ inĀ hereĀ soĀ easilyĀ whereĀ IĀ hadĀ toĀ clawĀ myĀ wayĀ throughĀ bloodĀ andĀ humiliation.Ā Ā MostĀ ofĀ all,Ā Ā IĀ hateĀ thatĀ IĀ amĀ havingĀ aĀ hardĀ timeĀ focusingĀ onĀ just herĀ face.Ā Ā SomeoneĀ jostlesĀ meĀ atĀ myĀ right,Ā Ā leavingĀ aĀ smearĀ ofĀ silverĀ glitterĀ acrossĀ myĀ sleeveĀ thatĀ IĀ wonātĀ noticeĀ forĀ hours;Ā Ā IĀ amĀ unfazed,Ā Ā despiteĀ theĀ drunkenĀ apologiesĀ filteringĀ throughĀ theĀ crowdĀ asĀ theĀ offenderĀ isĀ sweptĀ away.Ā Ā āĀ Ā IāmĀ lookingĀ rightĀ atĀ you.Ā Ā ā
ā you know i have been arrested before, yeah? ā she isnāt speaking with any sort of bravado, merely pointing out a fact. the fear of being TURNED OVER to the secret police, which frankly were never much of a secret to begin with, was one that had constantly loomed over her head. she never knew who, or what, had put her in their hands, simply that it had been a long time coming. ā i donāt break. ā
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āThe world has made choices for us.ā for Leto II
DUNC DEUX SENTENCE STARTERS | accepting
"And so we shall make choices for the world." The boy-creature mused. He was staring directly at the sun when she found him, his voice distant like someone listening to an unheard music or unseen dream.
He clasped his hands behind his back and skipped over to his aunt. "The world as we know it is a human thing. It does what we do, for our reasons."
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@mahdinate, asked: ā Sometimes itās easier to figure out someone elseās secret than it is to deal with your own. ā
The room is buzzing and loud, not from voices nor footsteps but from the immensity of itself, the shouting of its walls stating their presence in no uncertain terms. They loom large and overbearing, bending themselves overhead, converging to a central point at the ceiling which Nancy viewed at once with a deference and a distaste; opulence begat suffering in a place such as this. The line of her lips tightened as she brought her gaze back down, meeting that of her companion, if one could call the nature of the tenuous ground the two of them stood upon as such, that of Alia. She could not stifle the sensation that making this eye contact, looking upon her, it felt to be unnatural. Verging on a burn, a gouging of the eyes; she wondered if it would be a blasphemy, and instinctually she looked away, now down towards the ground as her feet carried her across the room alongside her Holiness.
" I guess I'd have to agree, " she says, words paired with a simple and small smile. An admittance which begged the question: if they each had their secrets, if they each cared not to uncover their own, but rather determine that of the other's ... this strange dynamic would turn violent, in time. And would it be a race to reach that violent end first? " But that's not my own, um, that's not where my interest lay. Or at least, I don't think of it as a āāĀ a strict avoidance of anything. It's more a curiosity. " Another smile, this time flashing as she returns her gaze, just briefly, fleetingly, to Alia. " And investment. In truth above all. " Even God. " Thats what I mean to find, when it comes down to 'uncovering' secrets. "
@mahdinate : iām just here to talk.
jyn's always been of the opinion of ' shoot first, ask questions later. ' it's an instinct that's gotten her both in trouble and saved her life numerous times, and she has no intention of changing her behavior, not when she's survived this long. ( some days, it feels as if her anger and paranoia are the only things driving her forward, the only things fueling the fire inside of her. ) when she first hears the sounds of someone entering the shop that her current alias works at āāĀ first and foremost being warned by the squeak of the door she hasn't bothered oiling because it alerts her to customers āāĀ jyn turns in a slow, practiced way and leans over the counter. her weapon remains holstered at her side ; unseen, she rests a hand on top of it but keeps it hidden, out of view, for now. as she gets a proper look at the woman who's entered the shop, the hair on the back of her neck stands up, an uncomfortable feeling beginning to form in her gut. something is not as it seems. but since she can't let her cover be blown just yet, she stays her hand. " if you're looking for somewhere to talk, there's a bar up the road, " she says evenly. " not much talking to be done here. "
ā wasnāt sure iād see you again. ā
TheyĀ areĀ dueĀ forĀ dinnerĀ inĀ lessĀ thanĀ anĀ hour.Ā Ā AlfredāsĀ takenĀ itĀ uponĀ himselfĀ toĀ letĀ herĀ inĀ andĀ evenĀ wentĀ soĀ farĀ asĀ toĀ joinĀ herĀ forĀ theĀ tenĀ floorĀ tripĀ upĀ theĀ privateĀ elevator.Ā Ā āĀ Ā MissĀ Atreides,Ā Ā sir,Ā Ā āĀ announcesĀ Alfred,Ā Ā butĀ itĀ soundsĀ farĀ moreĀ likeĀ aĀ scoldĀ forĀ BruceĀ thanĀ itĀ doesĀ anĀ outdatedĀ societalĀ nicety.Ā Ā BruceĀ doesnātĀ needĀ toĀ seeĀ hisĀ butlerāsĀ faceĀ toĀ knowĀ thatĀ heĀ isĀ unimpressedĀ withĀ hisĀ chargeāsĀ lackĀ ofĀ preparednessĀ forĀ theĀ veryĀ publicĀ outingĀ setĀ upĀ forĀ andĀ forcedĀ uponĀ themĀ norĀ doesĀ heĀ botherĀ watchingĀ AlfredĀ smileĀ apologeticallyĀ atĀ hisĀ guestĀ beforeĀ leavingĀ whenceĀ heĀ came.
TheĀ airĀ alreadyĀ feelsĀ colder.Ā Ā AliaĀ hasĀ anĀ uninterruptedĀ viewĀ ofĀ theĀ scars,Ā Ā pockmarks,Ā Ā andĀ bruisingĀ thatĀ litterĀ theĀ otherwise paleĀ expanseĀ ofĀ BruceāsĀ back.Ā Ā HeāsĀ hunchedĀ overĀ aĀ deskĀ thatĀ looksĀ moreĀ likeĀ aĀ spareĀ thanĀ wornĀ andĀ used,Ā Ā thoughĀ itsĀ whittlingĀ andĀ fineĀ designĀ betrayĀ thatĀ itĀ wouldĀ beĀ sorelyĀ missedĀ ifĀ liftedĀ fromĀ theĀ room.Ā Ā IfĀ sheĀ movesĀ closer,Ā Ā sheāllĀ seeĀ theĀ roughlyĀ sketched,Ā Ā andĀ reĀ -Ā sketched,Ā Ā designĀ ofĀ whatĀ looksĀ likeĀ anĀ oldĀ grifterĀ bike.Ā Ā ItsĀ makeĀ andĀ modelĀ areĀ unclearĀ fromĀ theĀ crudeĀ drawing,Ā Ā butĀ BruceĀ hasĀ notesĀ scratchedĀ outĀ forĀ eachĀ denotedĀ partĀ andĀ addsĀ anotherĀ inĀ favorĀ ofĀ answeringĀ herĀ rightĀ away.
Finally,Ā Ā heĀ seemsĀ toĀ reactĀ toĀ herĀ presence.Ā Ā BruceĀ rootsĀ hisĀ palmsĀ flatĀ toĀ theĀ topĀ ofĀ hisĀ workspaceĀ andĀ liftsĀ hisĀ headĀ marginally.Ā Ā SomethingĀ inĀ hisĀ neckĀ audiblyĀ pops.Ā Ā āĀ Ā CanātĀ makeĀ itĀ tonight.Ā Ā āĀ TheĀ sketchĀ beforeĀ himĀ isĀ farĀ moreĀ animatedĀ thanĀ heĀ is.Ā Ā HeĀ doesnātĀ evenĀ try.Ā Ā AliaĀ hasnātĀ evenĀ beenĀ givenĀ theĀ respectĀ ofĀ hisĀ fullĀ attentionĀ orĀ hisĀ scrutiny,Ā Ā forĀ whatĀ littleĀ itĀ mustĀ beĀ worthĀ toĀ her.Ā Ā HeādĀ ratherĀ assumeĀ itāsĀ notĀ veryĀ much.Ā Ā IsnātĀ heĀ doingĀ herĀ aĀ favor?Ā Ā āĀ Ā SorryĀ youĀ cameĀ allĀ thisĀ way.Ā Ā ā
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