Hey Nickolas Maybe U Should STOP SELLING DRUGS TO MICHAEL

hey nickolas maybe u should STOP SELLING DRUGS TO MICHAEL

maybe if he wasn't a coke addict i wouldn't have to hmm ?? HMM ??

@profecier asked: is this safe? are you safe? + karcis from here

                Chest    rises,    hands    rake    across    the    giants    face    with    a    loud    inhale.    A    sniff,    as    if    he's    smelling    the    air...    but    it's    an    exaggeration.    What    is    safe    anymore    ??    Maybe    he    had    felt    it    once    long    ago,    before    the    young    Lord    was    born,    but    he    doesn't    remember    much    of    what    it    felt    like.    Had    Paul    ever    felt    safe    ??    He's    sure    he    had,    at    some    point    in    time.    Up    until    recently,    there    was    no    cause    for    concern    for    him...

                "    Yes,    this    is    safe,    we're    fine.    "    A    blatant    lie.    In    all    honesty,    Karcis    had    no    fucking    clue.    What    is    safe    anymore    ??    It    wasn't    Arrakis,    that's    for    certain.

                "    I'd    suggest    we    move    away    from    here,    my    Lord.    "    Just    a    precaution.

@s-unfleur asked: “You are no one’s property!” / holly + leto from here

                Chest    rises,    expression    softens.    Her    eyes    turn    in    such    a    way    that    it's    as    if    she's    about    to    cry.    Sure,    her    training    required    her    to    get    rid    of    those    emotions,    to    be    able    to    give    advice    and    guidance    without    prejudice    and    the    thought    of    preconceived    notions...    but    she    failed    it.    That    is    the    reason    she    failed    to    become    what    she    had    so    desperately    studied    and    trained    for,    for    the    first    fifteen    years    of    her    life.    And    even    though    she    had    failed,    a    part    of    her    still    tries    to    push    down    those    emotions,    even    if    there    was    no    need    to    anymore.    A    part    of    her    clings    so    desperately    to    it.

                The    Harkonnens    sure    did    a    good    job    of    making    her    feel    as    much.    Like    she    wasn't    a    person    at    all-    Glossu    Rabban    ESPECIALLY    made    her    feel    like    nothing    more    than    an    object.    He    was    an    angry,    small    man    and    it    showed    in    the    way    he    treated    people.

                An    exhale,    through    her    nose.    Holly    stutters    over    the    words    leaving    red    and    black    stained    lips.    The    very    thought    of    finally    being    able    to    think    and    do    for    herself    was    not    registering    in    her    own    brain.    She    cannot    even    fathom    freedom    at    the    moment.

                "    S-so,    you    won't    be    wanting    to    see    me    then    ??    "

@s-unfleur asked: “It’s a wonder you’re still alive.” / holly + stilgar from here

                Throat    dry,    and    she    still    manages    to    swallow.    The    living    conditions    were    worse    here    than    in    the    mansion.    There    she    had    never    wanted    for    water.    There    she    had    no    reason    to    fear    the    'savage    Fremen'    that    lived    in    the    desert.    There    she    was    'safe'.    And    yet,    she'd    rather    be    here    in    sietch    Tabr,    half    dead.    At    least    here    she    had    a    fighting    chance.    In    all    honesty,    Holly    is    surprised    her    body    wasn't    fed    to    Feyd-Rautha's    pets    or    killed    by    the    hands    of    Vladimir    himself.    It    really    is    a    wonder    she    is    still    alive.

                There's    a    wheeze,    wincing    at    the    inhale    her    body    had    forced.    Her    back    had    been    turned    towards    the    Naib,    thumb    idly    grazing    over    the    water    ring    he    had    so    graciously    given    over    to    her    just    a    few    days    prior.    Maybe    as    a    distraction,    maybe    as    a    gift,    she    surely    didn't    know.

                Blue    eyes    find    him    over    her    shoulder,    skin    still    purple    and    brown    from    where    Glossu    had    decided    to    leave    his    mark.    Another    wheeze,    another    wince.    The    cool    rock    beneath    her    felt    great    on    her    feet,    though.    Maybe    she    should    press    her    skin    to    it.

                "    I'm    just    as    surprised    as    you    are.    Statistically    speaking,    I    should    be    dead.    "

                Sighs    leave    lips    with    every    press    of    his    to    pale    skin.    With    every    nip    and    suckle    he    makes    on    her    delicate    flesh.    Were    their    presence    not    needed    momentarily,    she'd    have    him    strip    her    once    more    right    where    she    stood.    Fingers    gave    up    the    brush    long    ago,    now    digging    into    his    forearm    gently,    hanging    on    to    the    moment.    The    good    thing    about    an    eidetic    memory    is    that    she    won't    forget    about    it.    Mentat    training    is    a    blessing    and    a    curse.

                Lips    leave    her    neck,    hands    leave    her    waist    and    she's    lulling    her    head    back    against    his    shoulder    before    he    raises    the    brush    to    blonde    hair.    It's    relaxing-    never    has    she    had    her    hair    brushed    by    someone    else    before.    Never    had    she    been    treated    like    a    human    before.    Eyes    close,    an    obvious    sign    of    feeling    safe    enough    to    not    be    on    edge    around    the    man.

                "    I    hadn't.    I    don't    know    what    you're    talking    about.    "    The    tone    of    her    voice    implies    a    joke-    she    isn't    usually    good    at    those.

his arms are wrapped around her in an instant, body pressed to her back as lips press against her temple. brown eyes meet blue in the mirror as he takes the brush from her small hand. arm lingers around her: protective, territorial, & loving all tied into one neat package. they have no other worries in the world so long as they're hidden away in holly's private chambers, & perhaps that's why the duke is as bold as he is. with no need to hide from prying eyes, no need to maintain secrets from the woman he still shares a bed with.

lips work their way down her exposed neck, teeth suckling a bruise onto the pale skin he finds: only for them to know about, & it'll drive him crazy until it fades. then finally his arms release her, as much as he doesn't want to. he runs the brush through blonde hair as if he's done this a hundred times before. soft & gentle, never pulling too hard when the brush snags on tangles. ❛ hm, i thought you hadn't heard anything. ❜ glances at her once more in the reflection, but the twitch of a smile on his lips is unmistakable.

@s-unfleur asked: “If you die can I have your share?” / holly + jamis from here

                Brows    furrow,    white    replaces    blue    in    her    eyes    a    moment.    She    takes    in    his    words,    analyzing    them    as    she    would    any    other    mans.    Her    body    jerks    with    a    short    laugh,    brows    still    knitted.    Now    there's    a    nod    of    her    head-    TRULY    though,    were    she    to    die,    who    would    it    go    to    ??    Paul    and    Jessica,    she    assumes.    The    only    people    she    knew    well    enough    here.

                "    Uh,    no.    "