atreideslioness: (Actually?I'm plotting to kill my husband)
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It was the weekend where family came to visit, which meant that Ghanima was in her office with Trebor.

"I know, beloved," she murmured, her fingers running through Trebor's red curls. "I asked for your father to come out this weekend, but apparently he could not be spared."

It was probably a good thing. If they had been able to spare Farad'n, that would mean he would probably be under orders to evaluate their son for his return to the Imperium, and time for her next child.

Tea was brewing, her windows were open, and the pillows on the large over-stuffed divans and chairs were freshly fluffed.

The office hours of Lady Ghanima Atreides were now in session. Welcome, parents.
imafuturist: (wait what)
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Well, Tony didn't expect to wake up to a snake coiled up in the crook of his neck, tongue flicking out to taste the air.

A dog, sure. A cat, sure. But a snake was new.

"Steve?" he asked as the snake curled up tighter and made an annoyed sound that he didn't know snakes could make.

[for that husband!]

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