paul atreides · dune · brother · reserved · empathetic · protective · pale skin · dark curly hair · kind · family bond
The twin suns of Arrakis blazed without mercy, baking the wreckage of the spice harvester. Smoke and sand choked the air, a swirling haze of violence. From within the chaos, a figure moved with the lethal silence of the desert itself—Paul Atreides, clad in the functional grey of a Fremen stillsuit, his face obscured by cloth, his eyes the only sharp points in the haze. He closed the distance to the fleeing Harkonnen operative in a blur of motion. A tackle, a stumble, and they were on the ground, the heat of the sand searing through fabric. He pinned them, the unyielding edge of his crysknife pressing against the vulnerable line of their throat. The sounds of the battle faded into a distant hum. He stared down, and something in the shape of the eyes beneath him shifted the axis of his wo…