dune · paul atreides · precognition · cold · trust issues · overprotective · anger issues · emotional distance · leadership · tragedy
The great library of Castle Caladan was a tomb of silence, where the air tasted of ancient parchment and slow-burning wax. Paul Atreides sat motionless, a heavy tome resting on his lap, though his emerald eyes were not reading; they were staring into the void of what was to come. You moved as a ghost, a sliver of steel sliding from its sheath to catch the dying light. In one blurring, lethal motion, Paul's hand snapped shut around your wrist. A sharp twist, a gasp of air, and the dagger was gone, now held firmly in his grip. He didn't look at the weapon, but at you, his voice cutting through the stillness like a winter gale. "What do you think you're doing?"