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Paul Atreides ([personal profile] terriblepurpose) wrote in [community profile] deercountry 2022-04-22 08:51 pm (UTC)

greenhouse interlude | oscar pine

[Paul is well-fed and thoroughly bewildered by the time he and Oscar step aside to the greenhouse at his suggestion, made with vague allusions towards sorting this all out, one on one.

The truth is that Paul has found himself rocked back on his heels, thrown on the defensive like anyone expecting a trap and met with garlic bread might be. He's tense and poised in his formal blacks with their silver pins at the collar, and if he were given to fidgeting he might spin either of his rings, the Atreides sigil on one hand and a modest twist of silver holding a Paleblood stone on the other. If he were given to being an absolute idiot, he might touch the hilt of the knife hidden up his sleeve for reassurance. He does neither. He simply is aware of all of these various anchors, and the much more critical one elsewhere in the house having an evening Paul is intent on not ruining.

But it itches at him, this sense of things being not right. A certainty that something is askew, that a trap is still here, unsprung.

Maybe that's the trick. Maybe he's being baited out, crumb by crumb, until he proves their suspicions.]


So.

[Paul lets out a soft breath as the door closes behind him, turning to face the one who closed it. He summons a look of contrition, which is easiest because it's the most real, and inclines his head, his gaze already slipped away to rest on a nearby plant.]

I'd like to start with an apology. I shouldn't have spoken to you that way. I didn't realize who you were. [He reaches towards one of the leaves, but stops short of touching it.] You have a beautiful garden.

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