i know that the sun is here with me | december catch-all

[terriblepurpose]

Who: Paul Atreides, Ortus Nigenad, and you
What: December catch-all, open and closed prompts
When: December
Where: Various
Content warnings: Grief over loss of a parent, eugenics, psychological horror, child abuse, child death

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[ezra_of_lothal]

Ezra smiles, at Paul's tone.

"I feel similarly about Lothal," he says, tone wistful. "I grew up at first in Capital City on the coast. And then when I was trying to hide from Imperials, I spent a lot of time in the grassland, more inland."

[terriblepurpose]

"Grasslands are one of the few things we don't have in Trench," Paul muses, ever ready to be drawn into ecologically minded thinking, "Not true ones. It's too bad that-"

The sound of heavy footfalls drag his attention back to the present. Paul straightens up and readjusts his coat, looking to the place his father will emerge from.

"It's 'my lord' or 'sir', when you speak to him," Paul says, quietly, "If you make a mistake, he won't be angry, but it's polite. There's nothing else you need to worry about. I'll look out for you."

[ezra_of_lothal]

Ezra nods. He'll stick with 'sir' because he'd rather call no one his lord - shades too close to how people addressed the Emperor - but he has no desire to be flat out rude.

"Stay seated or get up and bow?" he whispers back, rapid fire.

[terriblepurpose]

"Up to you," Paul says, under his breath, before his father appears blinking in the firelight. Duke Leto is nearly as tall as Paul is in the time Ezra knows him, taller than Paul is supposed to be now, and he carries himself with an easy, confident bearing even in the face of surprise.

"Hello," Leto says to Ezra, mildly, adjusting the strap of the satchel over his shoulder, "I wasn't expecting a guest."

[ezra_of_lothal]

Ezra elects to stay seated. The Duke would tower over him either way, really.

"I don't mean to intrude, sir," he says, calmly. "But I didn't want to pass up the chance to meet Paul's father."