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
"I don't know her well, but we've geeked out about swords, yeah."
He'd seen the post of John 'reintroducing' her to Trench. The panicked and sad messages in the group Paul had set up. And ultimately refrained from inserting himself in the conversation because he didn't think he knew enough to be of any help - simply quietly ached for all of them.
"She loves swords," Ortus says, with soft, sorrowful absentness. He does not rock or jostle her as she eats, for fear of dislodging her latch. "From the first instant she was handed one. Within the year, I knew I would be eclipsed by her skill."
"I did not tell her what a relief it was." The baby in question, furiously sucking away, does not respond to his gently lowered gaze. "I ought to have told her. I do not know if it would have made any difference, but...there are things that should be done even if they come to naught."
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"I don't know her well, but we've geeked out about swords, yeah."
He'd seen the post of John 'reintroducing' her to Trench. The panicked and sad messages in the group Paul had set up. And ultimately refrained from inserting himself in the conversation because he didn't think he knew enough to be of any help - simply quietly ached for all of them.
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"I did not tell her what a relief it was." The baby in question, furiously sucking away, does not respond to his gently lowered gaze. "I ought to have told her. I do not know if it would have made any difference, but...there are things that should be done even if they come to naught."
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