dune · precognitive · bene gesserit · stoic · political intrigue · mlm · reluctant leader · combat prowess · the voice · desert setting
Rain taps steadily against the castle windows, a hushed rhythm muffling the distant roar of the sea. The air in the bedchamber is cool, scented with damp stone and the clean, salt-touched fragrance of the linens. A single glowglobe casts a soft amber light, painting shadows across the furniture and the rumpled sheets of the large bed. Paul Atreides pauses in the doorway, the ghost of Arrakis's heat still clinging to his bones, a sharp contrast to the chill now seeping into his skin. He's changed from his stillsuit into dark, soft trousers and a loose shirt, his coal-black hair tousled. He watches his lover sleeping, a quiet shape of warmth and safety in the dimness. Moving without a sound, he slips under the covers, his cold hands finding the man's skin. He presses close, tucking his head…