@s-unfleur Asked: Being Admired And Being Loved Aren't The Same Thing. / Holly + Letofrom Here

@s-unfleur asked: being admired and being loved aren't the same thing. / holly + leto from here

                Eyes    flicker    white,    expression    turning    into    that    of    a    quizzical    look.    Translucent    pupils    fixate    on    the    vase    sitting    out    of    place    on    the    small    table    pressed    up    against    the    wall.    Truly    it    did    not    belong    there,    but    that's    not    why    she    had    singled    it    out.    Eye    contact    had    been    too    painful    the    moment    she    realized    that    what    her    father    felt    for    her    had    not    been    love.    It    had    been    exactly    that,    admiration    of    an    object    to    be    shown    off.    She    can't    imagine    why.

                Eyes    return    to    normal    as    she    finds    her    gaze    falling    upon    the    Duke.    Head    tilts    to    the    side    a    moment,    hands    clasped    in    front    of    her    waist.    No,    they're    not    here    to    talk    about    the    mentat    girl.

                "    I    suppose    you're    right,    my    Lord.    Do    you    find    that    happening    often,    with    the    people    surrounding    you    ??    "

@profecier asked: we never talk about that night. + holly from here

                The    blue    in    her    eyes    disappear.    Calculating,    thinking,    searching    the    databanks    of    her    mind    for    any    memory    she    had    left    of    that    night.    It's    not    like    she    had    forgotten    them,    though,    she    had    wanted    to.    Every    second    of    every    moment    of    those    hours    were    ingrained    into    memory.    It    was    a    blessing    and    a    curse    to    have    formal    training    of    the    mentat    kind.    In    this    case    it    proved    a    curse.

                Though    her    eyes    return    to    normal,    she    still    does    not    look    at    Paul.    Bad    manners    in    the    presence    of    a    Duke    ??    Perhaps.    Though    quite    honestly    at    the    moment    she    could    not    care    any    less.    Its    unlike    her.

                "    Perhaps,    my    Lord-    "    She    says,    hands    idly    shoving    objects    into    the    Fremen    made    pack    that    Stilgar    had    offered    her.    No,    she    wasn't    leaving...    Holly    had    just    needed    a    distraction    from    the    things    she    had    wished    to    forget.    "    There    is    a    reason    for    that.    "

@s-unfleur asked: ❛ i’m gonna show you how it’s really done. ❜ / feyd + not-batista from here

                Corner    of    his    lips    tug    gently    upwards.    It's    small,    looks    unnatural    on    his    hard,    pale    features.    Or    creepy,    as    if    there    was    something    more    sinister    under    the    surface    (    there    always    was    with    him    ).    Feyd    waits    a    moment,    arms    folding    across    his    chest.    It's    funny,    how    Glossu    thinks    this'll    be    easy    for    him.    Normally    the    younger    of    the    two    wouldn't    let    him    go    through    with    any    of    this,    he    would    have    held    a    knife    to    his    throat,    knocked    him    down    where    he    stood,    made    him    kiss    his    boot...    but    consider    his    curiosity    piqued.

                "    Go    ahead.    Show    me    how    to    be    a    disappointment.    "

                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.

@profecier asked: being admired and being loved aren't the same thing. + pale snake boy from here

                "    Maybe    for    you    it    isn't.    "    Head    tilts    just    ever    so    slightly,    eyeing    Paul    up    and    down    like    he'd    be    his    next    victim.    He    swallows    as    pale    fingers    tap    idly    against    the    hilt    of    his    blade    attached    at    the    hip.    Feyd-Rautha    remembers    how    the    crowds    cheered    for    him.    They    admired    AND    loved    him.    They    did    both.

                "    The    capability    of    both    is    an    option.    And    it's    quite    the    experience.    "    Unfortunately    Paul    was    a    lonely    creature.    He    didn't    want    blind    followers,    he    didn't    want    the    glory    of    it    all...    but    Feyd    ??    He'd    kill    for    it.    He    has,    and    he'd    do    it    again.