L E T O.

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webofthespider:

“Different is good, I like different. I meet a lot people from different worlds and times… you’d think I’d be used to it by now? …Hey, wanna get a slice of Pizza! It’s the best way to show off what we have on this planet.”

“The universe is FULL of surprises.” Leto uttered with a small smile quoting the desert creature he once was. “PIZZA?” He repeated with a slightly perplexed expression on his face. “I... I have never eaten pizza before. But... I would like to try it.”

[foundedhope-blog]

@stillagoodfremen

The professor sat up in his chair. Arms resting on the arms of his wheelchair. His eyes on the other male trying to work out one of two thing which was how did he get into the room?

One second he was alone the next he wasn’t and it was a alarming to say the least.

“I don’t mean to be rude by asking this.” He first said. “But how did you get in here?”  

[stillagoodfremen]

With a sharp turn, the young ghola eyed the stranger in front of him with IMPOSSIBLY blue eyes. It was a moment before he seemed to FULLY register the male’s question, adjusting his spoken tongue to respond. 

“I... I do not know.” He spoke gently, testing the words on his lips. “What is this place? The air... it is... COLD.”

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somehcpe:

[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

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webofthespider:

“I’ll just nod and pretend I understood any of that… I’m talking out loud again aren’t I?”

“The fault is NOT yours... man of Spider. I speak with words from another time. Like you, I am... DIFFERENT.”

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britishintelligence:

He took a reasonable sip of the cocktail, picking apart each minute detail of flavour that hit his senses. Bond was just like one of those snobby connoisseurs of the finer things in life, the only difference was he killed people for a living. “How’s your drink, lad?.” 

The young ghola EYED the unfamiliar substance, warily at first, before he fleetingly threw his Fremen traditions aside for that very moment. He pushed by his ultimate concerns and DARED to pick up the drink, and with one last glance at the people around him, he emulated their roudy natures by planting the beverage down his gullet in one. “It...” He hiccuped quietly. “-- is PLEASANT. Like nothing I have tasted before.”

[stillagoodfremen]

@chainsmokingmagician​ / starter

A small yet endearing smile graced the young royal’s lips, the trench coated new comer striking his inner human delight. His attire, his MANNER, they were ancient and long since forgotten in the eyes of the Fremen, but not LETO. He knew the impossible, he REMEMBERED it. “You speak with an ancient tongue, stranger.” He admitted, head slowly tilting to one side. “You are a LONG way from home.”

[voratinklis]

When you`re too HOT even for your Granny =)

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somehcpe:

[she’s out for another night. another terrible date that ended with her storming out and making her way to a local pub to just…unwind. it’s when she looks up at the clock that realizes that maybe she ought to head home. raven is probably worried (or assuming charlotte is spending the night with that guy) and she’s not aiming to get drunk, just buzzed.]

[slipping some money on the table along with a tip, she pulls on her coat and heads outside. the air is nippy and it’s quite obvious that winter is getting ready to come. she pulls the coat a little closer and starts to head home when she senses something odd. something that makes her stop in her tracks and spin around. it’s not something others would notice but something that she does because of her gift. she looks around for the source and finds herself walking towards what appears to be a man in an alley.]

[a part of her says that this couldn’t be the source but there’s no denying it. it gets stronger the closer she gets and next thing she knows she’s kneeling, pulling her own coat off and wrapping it around the shivering body.]

                    ‘You’re freezing. Please, let me help you.’

As the desert child shivered beneath the British night sky, something tugged at his mind, a feeling, a feeling that he was suddenly not alone, even if his physical gaze told him otherwise. While much of what he was had finally left him, there were still traits that gave him away, that kept him from ever truly being the human he had always dreamt of being.

Someone was coming, and they were heading his way.

It was through Fremen tradition that the young ghola remained cautious, unwilling to be caught unawares. He’d fought through literal Hell for thousands and thousands of years to find this freedom, and he wasn’t about to let it slip through his fingers now.  “This planet is cold...” He admitted in a quiet yet innocent tone, lifting his head to meet eyes with the stranger as he felt warm material fall over his shoulders. “Th... thank you.” He added, brilliant blue on blue eyes piercing through the dimly lit alley.

“I have little to offer in return. I... I bare only the clothes on my back.”

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britishintelligence:

“You’ve never had a vodka martini? We’ll change that, don’t worry. If made correctly,  a vodka martini is one third part dry vermouth and two parts vodka.” Bond said, in a very instructive methodical manor. As he finished he turned to the bartender and ordered. “I’ll have a vodka martini… shaken not stirred, and another for the lad.”

With a shake of his head, Leto silently admitted the fact that he’d never tasted vodka, let alone a vodka martini. It seemed so trivial, to some, but to the young ghola, he like a child on Christmas morning. It was just lucky for him that his thick desert blood made him more than ready to divulge in any kind of alcoholic beverage with ease. “Th... thank you.”

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webofthespider:

“Yeah, well… I don’t understand myself half the time. So how did you turn the brightness up on those eyes of yours?”

“I... I have shared such sentiment. My eyes? They speak of what runs through my veins, what lead me into my every existence... the eyes of Ibad.”

[vividmcavoy]

Childeren of Dune, 2003

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britishintelligence:

“Good.” Bond said with a grin. “I know a place near by. Only place that doesn’t cock up my martini.”

The young ghola followed inside the bar, vibrant blues staring around him, taking in the wonderful hustle and bustle of everyday human life. “I... have never had a... martini before. What... is it, exactly?”

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britishintelligence:

“How about we combine better company with a decent drink, then you’ve got yourself a deal.”

“We have a deal.” He smiles, offering a small nod. “I will follow your lead, I... imagine you may know these streets far better than I do.”

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diebessermanner:

Erik frowns at him, daring to sit and stare into his eyes as an equal. He had warned Leto that he would not mince words when it came to their discussions. “You were. But I was raised to hate you, to despise you. And while I cannot say that I have adapted fully to this life here, I have come to see you as something else, someone other than what I was taught to hate.” 

He sighs softly, and takes his hand. “We must go home soon, you know they do not like when you come out here to the sands, and they like it less when they know I am here with you alone.”

It warms the pre-born Atreides to hear Erik say these things, to hear someone who was taught to hate him, taught to desire both he and his family’s demise, admit that there was so much more to the prince than met the eye. Whether or not this was a good thing, the universe would soon find out, that much Leto had already come to realise. “-- - and what do you see now?”

Looking back to the desert, the golden prince huffs in an almost cheeky manner. “They have little choice but to accept it.” He remarks with a boyish smile. But that smile begins to fade, a great sadness creeping across innocent features. "I... am never truly alone.”

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diebessermanner:

“I ask that you not lie to me, sir.” He continues to support him, looking into the other’s eyes. “I trust you, and I know you trust me.” Kneeling down he holds his hand tight. Lies came natural to those raised as a Cast-Out, lies in case of capture, lies to protect. Leto was no natural at this. 

“Order me not to continue and I will not press you further, but please.” Concern is so heavy in his voice as he cradles him in his arms. “I am here to keep you safe.”

Before Erik even opens his lips, the young prince knows he’s made a mistake, that his ruse hasn’t fallen on foolish ears. Not that he thought of his guards and advisors as fools, but they were less likely to question his decisions or motives. Some out of respect, others out of fear. There were, after all, those who feared Leto and his dear twin to have strayed the same way as their aunt, falling into abomination. 

“I am everything you despice.” He finally says, speaking up as he meets Erik’s gaze, no fear on his golden complexion. “Who I am... what I am...” He returns the hold of the other man’s hand. “-- - there is much I must shield you from, Erik. You must understand that.”

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@stillagoodfremen

“This party is rather dull, know a place where a man can get a decent drink around here?”

[stillagoodfremen]

“A party is only as dull as it’s participants. Perhaps a 'decent drink' is not what you truly seek, my friend, but instead... better company?”

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diebessermanner:

“Sir…” He has his hands on Leto, supporting him as the other has a vision. Erik’s hands grip Leto’s shoulder, supporting the man in his arms. “Leto?” The Cast-Out whispers softly, rubbing along his back. “Are you safe, sir? Sir?” 

Worry is in his voice, if anything happens to Leto under his watch, he will be the first suspect, the first to be killed in retribution. His hand squeezes Leto’s, and he feels fear, fear of losing him.

The voice of his newest royal guard continues to seep through, becoming louder and more prominant as Leto feels the physical hold squeezing at his shoulder. With a small jolt, the youth flinches out of the vision, removing his hand from the sand within an instant, eyes staring at Erik.

He tries to catch his breathe, rushing a brief nod in the Cast-out’s direction. “Yes, I...” Still he tries to calm the raspy rise and fall of his chest. “-- - I am.” He lies, unwilling to drag his guard down the same path with him. He’s already doing his best to spare his sister from what’s to come, he would do the same for Erik.