[that gets a sudden, bell-like peal of laughter, alia flashing her bright teeth and rising up a bit, nudging into his hands on her face, practically nuzzling into them in her odd, near-feline way. her cheeks are flushed, freckled, rounded with her grin, and she presses up against his knee, pert breasts visible now above the water.]
You could never be ordinary. It would suit you like a sandworm in flight. [there’s fondness in it, delicate-fingered hands resting on his thigh as alia drapes herself sylphlike in homelander’s lap, some sort of siren emerging from the depths.] Were you from my world, you would be among my brother’s Fedaykin, his holy warriors. There are none deadlier, you know.
[the question makes her hum softly, pursing her lips.] Not quite so; I learned the Voice as a sister of the Bene Gesserit. My body would be able to perform it, though not so powerfully as with the skills of the Reverend Mothers within me. It would not be as effective, were it just myself in my head. My prescience too, would vanish.
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You could never be ordinary. It would suit you like a sandworm in flight. [there’s fondness in it, delicate-fingered hands resting on his thigh as alia drapes herself sylphlike in homelander’s lap, some sort of siren emerging from the depths.] Were you from my world, you would be among my brother’s Fedaykin, his holy warriors. There are none deadlier, you know.
[the question makes her hum softly, pursing her lips.] Not quite so; I learned the Voice as a sister of the Bene Gesserit. My body would be able to perform it, though not so powerfully as with the skills of the Reverend Mothers within me. It would not be as effective, were it just myself in my head. My prescience too, would vanish.