Tumgik
#elacca wood
beelze-bruh · 3 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Dune leftovers (more to come in the future I just burnt out my special interest reserves for now)
4 notes · View notes
impercre · 3 years
Text
Tumblr media
@matrioshyka​  I have survived, but I have not been spared.
Chani sat blank faced at an elacca wood table while Reverend Mother Jessica stood by. This piece of furniture alone was worth how many pounds of spice? How many deaths? She placed her hand on it as the Reverend Mother spoke and the instinct was to grab it, to flip it and cause it to splinter. Her dark blue-within-blue eyes narrowed. That was not Fremen thinking and yet she understood and empathized with it even as she felt herself rejecting it. Like the table it was more invasive foreign matter. Father I have met the Mahdi and his mother and it is wondrous.  Father I have met the Mahdi and his mother and it is terrible. 
“Is that what this is?” She asked and it felt as if her body was shrinking in on itself as she once again thought of little Leto. Father I have met the Mahdi and he takes and he takes and he takes and he takes and he takes and he takes . “Surviving? It feels more like death.”
5 notes · View notes