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deercountry2022-05-30 05:17 pm
terriblepurpose) wrote in deercountry2022-05-30 05:17 pm
terriblepurpose) wrote in deercountry2022-05-30 05:17 pm
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Gideon takes Paul and Kaworu's hands, and out of sympathy for Kaworu's difficult, unmarried life, gives him a slow and dramatic wink. ]
Well, it's not because he's afraid of commitment, that's for sure.
[ With that, Gideon goes quiet for an unusual moment, so that Paul can actually say what they're supposed to repeat. For all her jokes, Gideon does take vows somewhat seriously. They just don't need to be too many words. ]
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You're lucky I already committed to this.
[He grouses, not meaning a word of it, fingers curling supportively under theirs before he covers their joined hands with his own bearing his signet ring, polished and heavy. He takes a breath, like one of many, but few have ever had this heady weight, and when he speaks, it's strong and level.]
I swear by the hands joined to mine, and all that they have held for me, that I will be bound to you, as we are bound to each other. I swear that I will defend you from harm, and shelter you from sorrow, and be true to you in all things. I swear that I will stand by your side, in flood and fire and fury, from this day forth.
[It's an oath without ornament, but far from lacking in feeling. He lets all that he feels pour from him like water: the glow of pride, the warmth of belonging, the steel alloy of determination and love in their mutual fierceness, all those things which coalesce, again and at long last, to one end:]
There is no call we do not answer. There is no faith that we betray. We are House Atreides.
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[Kaworu follows, in a voice soft without any humor or playfulness. It's raw and touched, basking in the flow of warmth from Paul's words and his feelings pulled in through that current.
His eyes hurt. He blinks a few times. Then he realizes there are tears there. He doesn't understand. Why are there tears at a time of joy?]
I'll never leave you. Either of you.
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[ Gideon's voice rises and falls with her brothers', and there's a softness to it, a level of care that isn't usually there. She wants to get this right. There's a feeling in Gideon's chest that she doesn't have the words for, that doesn't appear in any dirty magazine or Ninth House prayer. It feels like her heart is full to bursting, or a weight lifted off her shoulders, or a warm blanket. It's none of those things. It's more. ]
Me neither. Not even if you wanted me to.
[ Gideon smiles again, that warm, lopsided grin. It's funny because, for the first time she's known this about anyone, she knows they'd never actually want that. ]
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That's right.
[He releases them so he can kneel next to Shinji-kun, reaching underneath his crossed front legs to pull out a blessedly well-made box that's kept the damp out.]
There's no getting away from me now.
[He opens the box, still down on one bent knee, and shows them the two pairs of silver wing pins that match his own inside before he stands up. He doesn't fix them to their loose collars. He throws his arms around them both and draws them in close, instead, kissing the top of Kaworu's head before he turns, rising lightly on his toes to brush a glancing echo of it against Gideon's temple.]
Atreides.
[He shapes the word like love, like home, because that's what it's always meant to him. It's theirs, now, too.]