#v; adaptation

[stillagoodfremen]

@diebessermanner​

The young prince sits alone on the edge of the desert in the dead of night, solitude from his dear twin becoming more and more frequent as a terrible choice creeps closer and closer. Perched on the end of a sandy rock cliff, Leto reaches out one hand and slowly buries it beneath the tiny golden specks, eyes unblinking as he seems to freeze. 

Images rush through his mind, voices, all leading him to one place. Jacurutu. He can see his father standing a few meters away, his familiar voice warning him of what was to come, of the burden he had desperately tried to evade and left to his children. 

With his breathes quickening harshly, he hears more and more as faces and places begin to fill his mind. He can hear Ghani, his grandmother, his father and... Erik?

[stillagoodfremen]

@diebessermanner:

“Well, I cannot change minds easily. Many Fremen hate my kind and with good reason, they will not accept my loyalty easily.” Erik smiled at Stilgar for a moment before standing to attention at Leto’s side. He would protect Leto with his life without hesitation.

“They will, in time.” He reassures, no doubt in his mind that acceptance will fall Erik’s way once he’s proven himself not to be a spy or assassin. Whether their family, guards or advisors, liked it or not, the dauntingly aware Atreides twins made their own decisions, and there was little anyone could do to deter them, Leto in particular. “Trust must be earned. It is the Fremen way.”

[telepathictyranny-blog]

Why didn't you just kill Pietro instead of doing what you did to him? That's a fate worse than death.

“KILL him?” The mutant snorted quietly to himself with a growing smile that began to etch it’s way across pale and worn skin. “My poor MISGUIDED child, where would the FUN be in THAT?” 

[stillagoodfremen]

@diebessermanner​

Perched on the edge of the sofa, the young ghola watched the moving and speaking pictures on the television screen in front of him with a childlike awe about him. It didn’t MATTER what was on, Leto was quite happy to watch anything, EVERYTHING. There was still an sense of skepticism in his wake, warily changing channels as though he were sure it would somehow betray him. But then something caught his attention, or rather, SOMEONE. It was the Terran news, speaking of mutants, reporting the mark of some sort of anniversary, something to do with Erik, his KIND. He looked over at the mutant, soulful luminous eyes on his hardened expression. “Whoever you TRULY are, Magneto...” Leto began, light teasing in his voice. “-- - know that I will listen, I will care for you. ALWAYS.”

[stillagoodfremen]

@diebessermanner​

He COULDN’T tell him, he couldn’t let Erik fully into what was going on, what he HAD TO do, not until the future was set in motion. That was why he had gone, disappearing from the seitch alongside his dear sister, only for her to return without him. Believed DEAD, Leto saw no reason to say otherwise, not until the time was right. Upon his return, he approached his dearest friend with caution, his footsteps silent as the desert air spread his presence through the room like a gentle whisper. There, in the corner, he stood in all his new found BURDENED glory, his skin tainted, diseased with scales that seemed to creep over and THROUGH his entire youthful golden form. A faint smile ghosted his lips as he took a step forward, the thin curtains billowing lightly behind him. “Hello, Erik.”

[telepathictyranny-blog]

@diebessermanner​

The younger mutant didn’t NEED telepathy to feel the BURN of thoughtful blue eyes firmly settled on his worn expressions. He’d have thrown something at Erik, had he not been SURE the metal manipulator was one of FEW who would surely throw it back. “-- - YES?” Suddenly Charles spoke up, abruptly slicing through the silence that lay thick in the air between them. “WHY, Erik, must you look at me like that?”

[anallrightman-blog]

@theevolutionaryapex​ liked for a small starter.

“Hey there, KIDDO, you must be feelin’ mighty hungry by now.” Malcom commented as he unzipped the doorway stepped into the small quarters he’d procured for the boy, a decent plate of food in hand. “Brought you some food, ain’t nothin’ TOO SPECIAL, but it’ll get you by.” Pulling an apple from his jacket pocket, he placed both the plate and fruit down on the side table. “Don’t tell no one ‘bout that.” He added with a small smile, gesturing the ruby red apple. “We’ll call it a TREAT for good behaviour.”

[telepathictyranny-blog]

@sharkymetalbender​:

Erik met Charles’ eyes with what he believed was a steely determination. “There could be if you just tried Charles. I’m not leaving until you admit that. I’m never going to leave you Charles. I’m going to be there for you. Always.” He lifts a hand to touch the telepath’s cheek.

Staring back at his fellow mutant, knee bent, one hand supporting himself while the other TREMBLED faintly beneath Erik’s chin as it slowly retreated, Charles found himself stilled, his body frozen like a DEER caught in headlights. He wasn’t used to being touched, to looking in the eyes of another and seeing hope, FAITH, aspects the tyrant had long since shed from his own mind in a blinded effort to save his own sanity. “You’re a FOOL, Erik.” He lifted his hand, covering Erik’s with slender digits. “There MUST be control, and I will be the one to deliver it.”