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goldenpathredux

[Stolen journal 34|voice]

Jun 23, 2009 05:49

I feel no different. When I look down at my hands, my skin is still not my own...But my reflection has changed.

[Said drawn out as if there were a great deal of resentment towards this person, almost a growl.]

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depthundersands June 23 2009, 19:29:04 UTC

[with out replying, Alia closes the journal, shoving it into her bag hastily- and over many protest from her private, phantom advisor, rushes out the door. Knowing where Leto usually lurks, Alia sets off to find him... and whats hes become]

goldenpathredux June 23 2009, 20:52:54 UTC

[Find him by the fountain, gazing longingly at the water. What in the world?]

depthundersands June 24 2009, 03:56:40 UTC

[Of all the places to find Leto... this was not- Alia stopped short and gasped loud enough that surely his keen hearing would pick up. Hand came to cover her mout, and for a moment she forgot that this was Leto- not her brother at all- and for two steps she hurried towards him, ready to embrace him. Then stops very short]

L-Leto...

goldenpathredux June 24 2009, 04:05:43 UTC

[There's his aunt, looking at him like he was the walking dead. Which he certainly looked like.]

I've never been to Caladan and water burns me...[He says, still staring at his new reflection.]

depthundersands June 24 2009, 04:12:41 UTC

[ why did those words sting like the blade of his knife?]

I know.

I'm sorry.

Perhaps you should come away from the fountain.

[She reached out, and thought her mind wanted for all the world for it to truly be Paul, when her fingers wrapped around his wrist, it was not her brother familiar warmth. The hard leathery patches of Leto's skin under her fingers.]

Your disposition would be down right foul if you where splashed and burnt. You'd be cursing your father's name even more. I have a particularity dry waffle back at the house I saved for you.

goldenpathredux June 24 2009, 20:25:06 UTC

[He stretches his hand out. The palm comes close to the shimmering water, tension holding. Almost...but he backs away. His shoulders slump. Burnt spicewaffles sound good right now]

I hate him, aunt. I wanted nothing more than to have a father, but instead I got a coward who made this...[He flexes his hand, the sandskin creaking like leather.] neccesary.

depthundersands June 24 2009, 20:49:46 UTC

[taking a deep breath, and smiling a little (how could she not smile... regardless of what was underneath it, she only saw Paul... and even that small illusion made her heart a little happy.)]

Come on then, let's not humor the dead mean living in our heads, and get as far away from the fountain as possiable.

[the thought of Leto getting burned... was not something she wanted to deal with the after math of. Feeling both protective and selfish at wanting to be near him, she smile ever so slightly.]

It was lucky that we should both end up in this place at the same time.

[taking a step away from him, and then looking over her shoulder, Alia paused to wait for him. would he follow?]

I would be lost with out you, nephew.

goldenpathredux June 26 2009, 18:59:30 UTC

[Leto slowly backs away, though he has a feeling he will be compelled to return later and repeat this performance. Is this perhaps how she feels, compelled constantly by an urge she can't shake?]

And yet you're the one leading me home. Your latest baking wouldn't have resulted in any burnt extras, would it?

depthundersands June 26 2009, 19:04:23 UTC

I find my cook skills boorish compared to what I'm used to.

[Pausing, she smiled at him, her intentions pure as day. It was a something that said she was up to something.]

I tend to burn more than a few every time it seems like.

But I hate the waste the spice...

goldenpathredux June 27 2009, 05:48:12 UTC

Then I suppose there would be no harm in me helping you make sure it doesn't go to waste...

[Leto returns the smile, getting to be a little more like his old self. He's not as solemn as fail!dad...]

depthundersands June 27 2009, 06:00:06 UTC

[alia smiled, pleased, calm, happy. In her mind, the voices fade away, even the baron seems a little farther away that normal. Watching his manners very closely, hunting silently for any motive, something he might have up his sleeve- but finding nothing.

A relief. A welcome, pleasing, relief.]

We would be poor fremen if we did, nephew.

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