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She had gone out on to her balcony to watch the sun rise, letting the first rays seep into her skin. Now, more than ever, Ghanima missed Dune. Missed the cleansing heat of the sun and sands. This weak sun was not her ideal choice, but it would do. It warmed her, soothed her, and steeled her resolve in what she must do.

That had been hours ago. Years. Centuries.

"Drowned is innocence of ceremony."

The bedroom of Ghanima's suite was in shreds. It was utterly unrecognizable, looking more like the scene of a natural disaster than like the rest of the rooms she had redecorated during her residence, It had been a warm, tapestry-covered and drape-filled warren that resembled the rooms of a Fremen. Typical Western-style furniture had long-since been put into the hotel storage, in favor of cushions and bookcases, chests and low-tables.

The only untouched item in the room was a notebook, laid open to a blank page, and the ink and quill laying beside it. The scent of cinnamon hung heavy in the air, almost oppressive in its thickness.

"Everywhere and loosed. Is tide dimmed-blood." Something moved in a far corner and then was gone. "No. No no no no no no I am not listening to your wailing. Be silent, you chattering harpies, or be useful. I must focus, I need to see."

The pathways were there, before her, if she could find her way through the mists that veiled the future. She did not have Leto's innate talent for it, or even the power of her father, but she was Atreides. The Holy Oracle. She could still walk where Alia had tread, and possibly further.

She simply needed to see.

[OOC: For one. My canon is a strange and screwed-up place, where this is normal for this family. DELIBERATE DRUG OVERDOSE AND ADDICT BEHAVIOUR WITHIN That Ghanima deliberately overdosed is NFB.]

Date: 2011-11-29 11:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Though Shunsui had his suspicions on why he hadn't been pestered by Nanoa-chan as much as usual lately, it was the sort of thing he didn't want to deal with right now. It could be anything, and, if it had to deal with that whole Aizen business, he'd rather avoid it, thank you very much. It was certainly not anything he'd wished to concern himself with when there was a potential pre-class coital session (or, if you wanted to be classy about it, booty call) in his near future and a few new bottles of sake in his belt. He knew the path to her room at the hotel by heart now and he rapped lightly on the door in a tune she had probably grown to recognize.

"Ghaaaaani-chaaaan ♥" he called through the door happily. "I've brought you a present ♥."

But when he reached for the door to try it and poke his head in, he immediately felt that something was wrong, something was different, something was familiar in a way that he didn't much like at all. His defenses immediately went up, and his mirth faded into concern.

"Ghani-chan?" he asked, trying the handle with the intent to peek in first before waltzing right in.

Date: 2011-11-30 01:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Most peculiar indeed, especially since Shunsui couldn't imagine his arrival would be that much of a surprise. Slipping silently into the room, he gentle closed the door behind him and took a look around. He pulled the sake bottles from his robes and set them aside, almost as if to ensure that they were safe, before he drifted toward the bedroom and tried not to flinch at the scent invading practically all his sense.

"Ghani-chan?" he asked again, after heralding his arrival at the doorframe, where his eyes passed over her handiwork. The only sign of surprise he allowed to show was his slightly widened eyes, his uncharacteristically grim expression, but he highly doubted Ghanima would even notice.

"So ka," he said, the words that would usually be so light and playful finding a much deeper tone as he looked at her, "there you are."

Date: 2011-11-30 02:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Ah, but I can see you, Ghani-chan," Shunsui said, resisting the urge to let out a long, slow whistle, though he couldn't avoid shaking his head a little. He looked over the destruction of the room one more time before turning toward where she'd gone past him. "And I can see you've already been doing quite a bit of exploring, too. Here." He moved to put his hands to her shoulders, and gentle guide her to somewhere comfortable to sit, which might be a little tricky to find. "I have an idea. How about we explore perhaps a chair, or a pillow, or how nice it is to just lie down for a bit on your bed, hmm?"

Date: 2011-11-30 02:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"I did not ♥," Shunsui admitted, with a faint smile appearing on his face as he gently lead Ghanima to where he could set her down. "I always figured nature was too lazy to care. There, now, let's see what nature thinks of you staying there a moment and cease....whatever it is you've been doing in here, Ghani-chan."

There was a slight pause, another glance around and a nose-wrinkling frown as he breathed in deep. "What have you been doing in here, Ghani-chan?"

Date: 2011-11-30 02:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Why bother chasing the future," asked Shunsui, tilting his head curiously at her, "when you can never catch it? Once it's here, it's no longer the future. And how, Ghani-chan, do you plan to stop anything in such a state? It's heartbreaking to see such a beautiful woman in such an unbecoming state, my dear..."

Date: 2011-11-30 03:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Difficult as it was to not be distracted by the third of the list she'd given, Shunsui pulled through the appeal and shook his head. "The spice," he repeated. "Water. We should get you some water, Ghani-chan. Maybe more, right now, is too much."

Date: 2011-11-30 03:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"A little overdose," Shunsui pointed out, "is still an overdose. May I remind you that you're speaking to a man who must keep himself constantly inebriated to keep seeing the beauty he knows still exists in the world. I know the edge; I've seen it many time before, though I have to admit," his voice almost went a little wistful, "I've never dared to cross it."

Date: 2011-11-30 04:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
The softness of Ghanima's hand on his cheek made Shunsui smile despite himself, and he returned the gesture in kind by brushing a strand of her hair back away from her face. "Perhaps it's because you are looking too hard, Ghani-chan ♥," he said, in barely a whisper. "It's when we try to see everything that we miss the very things that are right in front of our eyes."

He leaned forward to kiss her forehead and then straightened as he announced, "I am getting you some water. You are in no condition for sake in this state, my dear Ghani-chan ♥."

Date: 2011-11-30 04:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Ahhh, yes," Shunsui admitted with his smile growing slightly more, "that is very true, but the thing is that making me happy will make you happy, and so it works quite well for the both of us ♥. And we'd best just have the water on hands, just in case those water counts do decide they're not fine. It will only take but a moment; you will hardly miss me, Ghani-chan ♥."


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