Grover Cleveland Campfire - Sunday Morning

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Claire was up and about pretty early this morning. She had skipped all of the parties going on this weekend and it wasn't like she had to worry about hangovers anyway.

There was a fire going and she had a bunch of breakfast food set out to use with the pie irons she had picked up.

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[future_sandworm]

He nodded slowly, understanding what she meant. "It's not like that. Spice opens the mind, but I never take large doses." As he suspected that would greatly increase the risk for possession. "Withdrawal would very likely kill me, but that is not going to happen. Spice is everywhere in Arrakis. In the air that we breathe, in our food, in our drink." He loooked at Fiona. "You are free from that now?"

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She could tell him. She could tell him what she'd done, and she... she was reasonably sure he would be horrified, but he probably wouldn't, well, freak out.

"I tried to cut the connection between myself and the chocolates," she told him, the relief at his explanation warring with the pain of the memory, "but it had such a tight hold on me, I couldn't want to cut it enough."

Now she looked up, at the sky or maybe at the rain.

"So instead, I pulled out my 'hunger', what it was attached to, and I cut that from myself." Her eyes closed, her face still upturned to the sky for a moment, just settling into a world where she'd said it out loud, where she'd told someone else. Finally, she looked down at him, a wry expression on her face; it couldn't quite be called a smile.

"That's why I can't eat. My body doesn't hunger. It can't."

[future_sandworm]

"That is a heavy price to pay," he replied quietly, reaching out to squeeze her shoulder lightly.

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The squeeze to her shoulder made her close her eyes again, but it also made her smile.

"See why I would be a little worried about you?"

She didn't want to think about what price she'd paid. She was supposed to be dead, really. It was just because of her brother that she wasn't.

She reached up to place her hand lightly on his as a thank you.

[future_sandworm]

"Yes. But my sacrifices won't be the same, and they will not be because of spice addiction." He smiled at her, slipping his arm around her shoulder.

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That felt... that felt nice. A stray thought on the lack of Uncle Aaron in the vicinity made her smile a little warmer.

"If you ever want to tell me, I'll listen," she said, leaning into his touch somewhat to let him know that it was appreciated.

"But I won't ask."

[future_sandworm]

He kept his arm where it was. "Not today," Leto said quietly, turning his head a little to smile at Fiona.

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She nodded. She'd meant exactly what she said, so there wasn't much to say. Instead, she smiled back at him.