[charlotte startles as he looks up, immediately taken aback by the vibrancy of his eyes. something she’d never seen before. intense and almost frightening. it takes a few moments to realize she’s staring and a few more to realize he’s spoken. she clears her throat and shakes her head.]
‘I…It’s fine. I don’t want anything. I…you have nowhere to go do you? And it’s only going to get colder tonight…’
[she can’t believe she’s going to suggest this and she know her sister will kill her. this person is potentially like them and she wouldn’t be able to sleep if she knew she let him freeze to death out here. worst case scenario? he tries to kill them and she could handle that. best case scenario? she helps someone who needs it. raven is going to be so pissed.]
‘I…are you hungry? I know you have no reason to trust me but…you can’t stay out here. I don’t live too far and…I’ve got a spare room and food. I swear I won’t hurt you or anything but…it’s much warmer and I can get you warmer clothes…’
[she trails off hoping she’s not freaking the other out but…she can’t help but want to help, it’s like that’s just the way she’s wired. sees someone who needs help? must give shirt off back. and sometimes she hates that she’s that way. but then she wouldn’t have raven. biting her lip, she holds out a hand hoping he’ll take it.]
The trembling desert child hesitated, fueled purely by Fremen tradition that ran through his veins. But this wasn’t Arrakis, this WASN’T the planet he’d grown up on, wasn’t even where he had been remade from the dead cells of his fallen body, the ancient body of the God-Emperor. This was a new chance, a chance at a REAL life without destiny and prophecy looming over his head every waking moment.
And so, with a small nod of his head, Leto accepted the stranger’s kind offer of shelter, a roof over his head. There was a time when he could have walked amongst the humans of old Terra, or EARTH, as it’s resident’s knew it, and settled in with ease, every thought, every moment of their history like a wild safari in his vast and formidable mind. But now, now he stood as little more than a strange young off worlder, alone, COLD, so few of those plentiful memories scrambling through the cracks that seperated the youth from the creature he once was.
There was only one way to unlock those memories, to experience great trauma, and something within the Fremen warned him from such circumstance. It was his turn to live, for HIMSELF, not for the universe around him. It wasn’t his responsibility, not anymore.
That being said, his unnarutal senses did tend to point him in the right direction, and the stranger seemed to be where they were nudging him to go. “Th... thank you, Miss. Xavier.” He finally spoke once more, sparing an angellic smile despite his mistake. She hadn’t told him her name yet. He trusted her, because he KNEW