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imnotoverlyobsessive · 1 year

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In Name Only… Or Not

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This is just a little gift for @alexagirlie as part of the Dune secret Santa. It takes place six years after the end of the original fic.

“Mama,” Irulan’s eight-year-old daughter, Ghanima, addressed her. Technically, Ghanima was her stepdaughter, but Irulan had raised her from birth. It had been several years since Paul had professed his love for her and made her his empress. They had three more children in addition to Leto now; two daughters and a newborn son.

“Yes, angel?” Irulan smiled as she rocked her son and lowered him into his bassinet.

Ghanima stared down at her brother, her lips pursed. “Why do I look different from the others?”

It wasn’t an inaccurate observation. Ghanima was darker in coloring than her siblings. After the fourth one, it made sense for her to wonder why.

Irulan sighed, turning to the little girl. “Let’s discuss this with your father. Come.”

She took Ghanima by the hand and led her through the door connecting the nursery to her and Paul’s chambers.

Her husband perked up immediately when he saw her. “My beloved,” he declared cheerily. “Is he asleep? Come to bed, darling, I want to taste your—“

And then Ghanima stepped into view and he promptly cut himself off.

Irulan rolled her eyes at him. “Later, Paul. Ghanima has questions.” She squeezed her daughter’s hand reassuringly and led her over to a set of chairs. Ghanima sat down, and Irulan beckoned her husband over impatiently. Once they had both settled into seats across from her, Irulan gave Ghanima an encouraging smile. “Go ahead. Ask him what you asked me.”

“Why do I look different from my brothers and sisters?” Ghanima asked again.

Paul tensed, reaching out to take Irulan’s hand in his the way he did when he felt anxious or worried. Irulan stroked her thumb over the back of his hand gently, a silent promise that it would be alright.

“Well,” her husband began, coughing awkwardly, “there’s something you should probably know.”

“About what?”

“A few things,” Irulan told her after a swift glance at Paul out of the corner of her eye. “Your father and I, for one.”

“You and Daddy aren’t getting a divorce, are you?” Ghanima blurted out abruptly, clearly afraid.

“No!” Paul rushed in, then cleared his throat when Irulan shot him a look. “No, of course not. I love your mother far too much to let her go again.”

“Again?” Ghanima echoed, her brows furrowed in confusion.

“Do you remember when you were little and we didn’t live with Daddy yet?”

Ghanima frowned. “I think so.”

“That’s all he means,” Irulan reassured her daughter gently. “He doesn’t want to be away from his family again.”

“Oh, okay,” Ghanima said with a smile. “But what about—“

“Yes,” Paul cut her off with a sigh. “Before I met your mother, I…” he trailed off, sighing again.

“I am not the first woman your father fell in love with,” Irulan explained patiently.

Ghanima frowned again. “Oh.”

“Before you were born,” Paul began awkwardly, “I lived with the Fremen for awhile.”

Ghanima nodded, recalling this piece of information.

“There was a girl there.” A pause. “Her name was Chani.” He took a deep breath. “And I loved her very much. So much, in fact, that you had a brother.”

“I have two brothers,” Ghanima corrected helpfully.

Paul shook his head. “This was before you were born. He’s… not around anymore.”

Ghanima frowned. “Why? What happened?”

Paul opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out.

“My father had him killed when he was a baby, not too long before you were born,” Irulan told her simply.

“But why?” Ghanima asked, shocked.

“He did a lot of evil things so that your Daddy wouldn’t get the throne.”

“But… but killing babies?”

“I’m not sure that’s the worst thing he did, to be honest,” Irulan told the little girl quietly.

Paul squeezed his wife’s hand in reassurance. “Ghanima,” he began slowly, “I was still with Chani when I married Irulan.”

Ghanima looked confused. “Why’d you marry her, then?”

“I had to,” he explained. “I’m very glad I had to now, but I certainly wasn’t then.” He laughed a little. “I was so angry about it.”

“How did you feel about it, Mommy?” Ghanima asked timidly.

“I had mixed feelings about it,” Irulan confessed softly. “I loved your father very much, but I knew he didn’t feel that way about me. He didn’t for a long time, and it was even longer before I believed him.”

Ghanima frowned, considering this. “That’s sad.”

“It is sad,” Paul agreed with a nod, “but it’s not the case anymore.”

“Ghanima,” Irulan began slowly, “do you remember when baby Duncan was in my tummy?”

“Yes,” Ghanima confirmed. “And when he came out, you were very loud.”

“Because I had to push a baby out of my body,” Irulan reminded her. “That’s very hard to do.”

“At least you didn’t try to kill me this time,” Paul muttered under his breath.

“Hasn’t happened since Leto, and that was only because you were being a prick,” Irulan reminded him impatiently before brushing him off and addressing Ghanima again. “That’s what happens when mamas have babies. Chani had you the same way I had baby Duncan.”

“So… Chani is my mama, not you?”

Paul sighed. “Irulan has raised you and loved you as if she had you the same way as your siblings. She’s your mother in every way except one; it’s not biological. That’s all.”

Ghanima was silent for a few long, tense beats. “What happened to her?”

“She didn’t make it through the birth,” Irulan explained gently, her voice soft. “That happens sometimes.”

“She died because of me?”

“No,” Paul rushed in. “No, of course not. It was an accident.”

Irulan nodded. “There was just too much blood, sweetheart.”

“You saw?”

Irulan grimaced. “I did, yes. I was there with her the whole time, and she named you and handed you to me. She asked me to care for you. I promised her I would.”

“Is that why you love me?” Ghanima asked, tears filling her eyes. “Is that why you’re so nice to me?”

“No,” Irulan assured her hurriedly. “No, of course not. I love you because you’re my daughter in every way that matters.”

“I want to learn more about Chani,” Ghanima said after a moment of consideration.

Paul nodded. “We can take you to the seitch she was born in. There will be more people that knew her.”

“Did you know her, Mama?”

Irulan pursed her lips in thought. “A bit,” she said slowly, “but we weren’t close friends. I was jealous of her.”

Ghanima frowned. “Why?”

“Because your father loved her and not me.”

Paul shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

“But he loves you now?” Ghanima clarified.

“Yeah,” Paul confirmed softly, squeezing Irulan’s hand, “I do.”

Ghanima nodded. “Good.”

Irulan felt moody after having just given birth a few weeks prior, and then that discussion with Ghanima… it was enough to upset anyone, she thought.

“Darling,” he said softly, reaching out across the mattress to touch her, to take her in his arms.

She didn’t say anything, only shifted away from him.

“Irulan, what’s wrong?”

“I get scared sometimes,” she confessed softly. “I’m afraid that you don’t really love me at all, that this is all some wonderful dream and I’m going to wake up one day and you won’t want me at all, won’t even look at me—“

Paul did pull her into his arms then, wrapping one around her waist to hold her against him. “There’s no risk of that. This is real. Me loving you is real. Our children are real.”

“How can you be sure?” she asked tearfully.

“Because there’s no way I could feel as I do for you if this weren’t real,” he assured her. “The pleasure you bring me is unimaginable, as is the desire.”

“Paul—“

He shushed her, kissing her neck softly and rubbing her stomach reassuringly. “Why don’t you let me show you how much I love you, darling?”

“How?” she asked, her voice a bit breathless.

In answer, he slid his hand down between her legs to stroke her. They never wore clothes to bed, which always made things easier.

Irulan moaned softly as he moved his fingers ever-so-slowly over her clit.

“We have four children, my darling,” he reminded her, “and I don’t intend to stop anytime soon. How could you doubt my love for you? You swore to me you’d never doubt it again, remember?”

She was getting close. He was going to make her cum, and he was going to do it soon. “I— I do,” she gasped, “but I—“

“No,” Paul cut her off firmly, thrusting his fingers inside her. “None of that. You’re mine and I’m yours. It’s not a dream. This is real.”

She clenched her eyes shut, rolling her pelvis against his hand. “I’m going to—“

“Of course you are,” he crooned softly. “Cum for me, love.”

She did, and before Irulan even came down from her high, Paul was spreading her legs and settling between them before thrusting into her abruptly.

“Fuck, you’re wet,” he muttered against her neck, snapping his hips against hers as she wrapped her legs around his narrow waist. “Love you. I love you, Irulan.”

She rolled her hips upwards, meeting each of his thrusts eagerly, clutching at his hair. “I love you, too— oh fuck—“

“You like it?” he grunted, reaching down to squeeze her hips. “Tell me you like it. Tell me how good I make you feel.”

“I like it, I like it, I love it,” she chanted desperately. “God, Paul— don’t stop, please don’t stop—“

He kissed her neck, sucking a bruise into the flushed skin he found there. “My sweet wife,” Paul groaned. “My beloved.”

In the six years since she had come to fully accept that he did, in fact, return her love for him, Irulan had become quite adept at understanding her husband’s emotions, especially when he was feeling them so intensely that they poured out of him. As such, she focused on the overwhelming adoration he felt towards her, the way it washed over her, threatening to drown her, almost, but in the best way possible.

She wrapped her arms around him and held him close, kissing his temple even as she moaned softly at the delicious way he stretched her with every one of his thrusts.

“Don’t doubt me,” he practically growled. “You promised you’d never doubt me again. Don’t doubt me.”

“I don’t, I don’t,” she assured him hurriedly. “I love you. I know you love me. I know.”

“Good girl,” Paul praised softly, continuing to mouth wetly at her throat, at the bruises—old and new; faded and fresh—he’d given her before pushing himself up on his elbows and cupping her cheek, searching her face, taking in her flushed cheeks and parted lips, red from how much she’d bitten them since he first reached between her legs half an hour prior. “God, you’re so beautiful like this. My Irulan.”

“I’m yours,” she agreed on a gasp, fisting a hand in his hair, twining the curls at the base of his neck around her fingers and pulling him down to kiss her. He didn’t need much encouragement, however, pressing his lips to hers without hesitation and squeezing her upper thighs.

Irulan rolled her hips up to meet his as he trailed his hands up her body, the movement slow and purposeful even as he fucked into her with hungry desperation. His palms brushed over her hips first, then traveled up to her waist. Finally, he cupped her breasts, squeezing them harshly before taking each of her nipples between his fingers and pinching them. She arched into his touch, delighting in the exquisite sting.

“Fuck, Paul,” she moaned into his mouth.

He panted, taking her bottom lip between his teeth and tugging on it gently. “So tight for me,” he muttered, releasing one of her breasts, his newly freed hand migrating down to her thigh again, yanking it up this time. He hooked her ankle over his shoulder, and the new angle had her seeing stars.

“Oh fuck,” she moaned. “You’re so deep like this, feels so good—“

“That’s it,” he encouraged, reaching between them to rub her clit. “Clench around me just like that, Irulan. Show me how much you want it.”

“I want it,” she whined. “Gonna make me cum again, you’re gonna make me cum again—“

“Cum for me, wife,” Paul demanded, snapping his hips to hers. “Then I’ll fill you up.”

“I’m already full of you,” she pointed out breathlessly.

He smirked. “You’re full of my cock now. Once I feel your little pussy clenching around me, though, you’ll be full of my cum, too.” When she could do nothing but moan wordlessly, he said, “That’s it, Irulan. Cum for me, darling. You can do it. Cum for me.”

She did, clenching around him with a gasp of his name.

Paul gave her no time to recover before he allowed her leg to fall to the bed and grasped her hips roughly, his fingers digging into her skin as she pounded into her. “God, your tits,” he groaned. “The way they bounce, fuck— I’m gonna cum, gonna fill you up, fuck, Irulan—“

She exhaled contentedly as he flooded her, his thrusts stuttering and then halting entirely.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured against the still-flushed skin of her bare shoulder.

“If I know you at all, husband,” Irulan exhaled into the darkness of their bedroom, “your eyes are currently closed and you are saying that into my hair.”

He hummed, nuzzling her curls affectionately and tightening his arms around her waist. “I don’t need to see you to know how beautiful you are.”

Irulan smiled, unable to help herself, and turned slightly in his arms to kiss him over her shoulder. He returned it with a lazy sort of eagerness. “I love you, Paul.”

She felt him smile against her lips, adoration permeating the air the way it always did when she reminded him of her feelings for him.

“I love you, too.”

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controld3vil · 1 month

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sand walking?

pairing(s): dune 2 cast x actor!reader (platonic!!)

synopsis: requested by this ask!

⤷ alt: how to seduce someone walking on sand.

notes: there hasn't been confirmed for dune 3 yet but denise villeneuve has said he's writing for it to happen. ill patiently wait for the day it's confirmed :) ALSO there are fictional/made-up mentions of the novel for the sake of the reader. they're made to be gender-neutral!! and this includes platonic flirting between cast members. i MAY have gotten carried lmaoo

“I mean- what do you think of the character? Do you think they deserved more screen time?” The clip starts off with you comfortably conversing with the interviewer. To say you weren’t deflecting their curiosity. In actuality, you were eager to learn what others thought about your performance and take on the character. The only other interpretation had on-screen was from the classic 1984 film by David Lynch.

The clip that has been widely retweeted back is of a cute moment you had from the first film of Dune (2021). Before release, little was known about your character’s potential. Apart from the enthusiastic book lovers, film viewers were clueless about what role your character would play after the first movie.

Denise Villeneuve didn’t reveal much to you in person. He wanted to keep ideas confidential until he was 100% on board making the project come to life. Still, rumors sparked through speculation and interviews with the cast members of Dune. Including an infamous short, that you forgot about, of yourself boasting about your hopes and wishes for your character.

“Yes! How could we not!” On the opposite side, the interviewer exclaimed as they leaned forward from their chair, closing into your proximity. Their hands clenched, tightening their grip on the flash card, full of questions. “The movie left us on such a cliffhanger. I think everyone would want to know what happened to Nerre,”

“That’s for Denise to decide,” Nodding you gave a relaxed smile while lifting one leg over the other. Your shoulders relaxed, feeling content and ecstatic about their response. “I can’t confirm anything until he gives me the green light to say anything,”

“I’ve also talked to Timothée this morning,” A shift in gears as the journalist flipped over another flashcard. You two had just fussed about the finale and its dramatic cliffhanger. “And all he had to say were the sweetest things about you,” At the mention of your costar compliments, you felt your skin heat up. Your eyes soften, expressing only fondness for the lovely message. A soft awh escaped your breath. “He’s very sweet. Timothee's always been fun to be around.” A fervent chuckle from the interviewer sends them into a feverish excitement. “And- he said- you had great flirting skills!” It was then your face morphed into complete shock and giddiness . “Really?!” The camera pans up on your initial reaction, eyes popping out in surprise and a bubbling laugh slowly erupting. “I’m glad someone appreciates my talents!”

Without context, the short clip seemed harmless. Your sheer reaction to Timothee's comment emphasized the fun chemistry the two of you had on set. Mirroring much of Paul and Nerre's friendship, you both complimented each other well in the first film, being the youngest surrounded by well-renowned actors. But the reason for the recent spike of interest was partially from Dune: Part Two and their interviews.

Fast forward to the debut of Dune: Part Two, it made success at the box office. Even surpassing the first film altogether. The entire cast of Dune was proud of the work they've made. The introduction of new characters played by wonderful actors and actresses all around.

Weeks after the early IMAX screenings, press interviews were being published amongst of the young cast members. A particular interview by IGV Presents brings together Timothee Chalamet, Zendaya, Florence Pugh, Austin Butler, and yourself.

This would be considered to be one of your first interviews with the Dune cast after the box office release. You felt nervous yet overjoyed at the same time to be meeting your co-actors again after the conclusion of filming had taken place.

The spokesperson of IGV, Simon Harkness starts off the interview strong with a pleasant greeting. "Congratulations on an incredible movie. Uhm it is the definition of a sci-fi blockbuster and is absolutely phenomenal, so huge congratulations to you all!"

"Thank you!" The five of you all politely cherish his kind words.

"It's so lovely to talk to you. Um- Timothee, Zendaya, I'm going to start with you. This is probably the hardest question I've ever asked in an interview so you've been warned." An endearing giggle can be seen from Zendaya before allowing him to continue. "Sand walking, who does it better?"

Timothee immediately lifts up his microphone. "I'm going to give it to Zendaya here." Without glancing at her, you could tell Zendaya was happily smiling at his compliments. How quick he was to answer made it seem how well connected the cast was even given the amount of time spent together. The main lead continues very swiftly, diving more into how cinematic the shot was from an outside perspective, "I think it's the most- one of the most cinematic shots in the movie and she really has it very precisely down but it's the nature of the movie too that she's supposed to be better than Paul,"

"Is that what it is?" In return, Zendaya who sat next to him gave him a teasing look.

Quietly from afar where you sat, next to Austin Butler, you whispered. "He acted like he couldn't do it but," Soft snickering can be heard across the room.

"In fairness to me, I was going 65%- 65 to 70 too hard," Chalamet reasons justly as he glances in your direction before looking back to the interviewer.

"You dumbed it down," Harkness nods in a high-spirited manner. Right after, Timothee reluctantly agrees, keeping the mood light-hearted.

"I had to!"

"Just how committed you are!" Austin steps in, joining in on the joke.

"Zendaya, you can take that crown. I love that," The brown-haired man reassures as she recuperates with appreciative laughter. In truth, it was a beautiful scene between Paul and Chani you were lucky enough to witness behind the camera. And contrary to their light banter, you thought both actors did well at accomplishing what it was meant sand walk. Truthfully you had no scenes beyond walking through the desert but understanding the mechanics and traditions of the Fremen was as fascinating as it was watching it up close.

Suddenly it was Florence's turn to speak, "Zendaya taught me the other day and I had to just stop to stare at her feet."

"The swoopy swoop?" You asked in a cutesy tone, with furrowed eyebrows. You couldn't help but remember the few instances you witnessed your costars practice the sand walk to be one of the more adorable rehearsals you've seen on the sand.

"Yeah, her feet were so pretty! She was doing the swoopy swoops," The blonde acknowledges, waving her hands in a zig-zag pattern. As the replication of water and how her feet moved.

The interviewer's eyes light up, "Honestly I tried to swoopy swoop at home- um because we have a carpet in the bedroom."

"How did it go?" The mixed actress puts forward.

"Awful!" An assembly of bewilderment is seen between Zendaya and Florence as they quickly question why. However, they reassure him in the end that they would practice together in hopes of him archiving the sand walk.

Talks with simple questions went down the row. Florence discusses her experience from her beginnings, starring in Little Women, comparing those scenes in terms of royalty to Dune. In both films, she's worked with well-known actors and now Christopher Walken as the emperor and her father. She raves about how it was a dream come true. A dream she had when she was little. From this experience, Florence emphasizes the concept of learning and observing her fellow actors.

Another intriguing topic follows Austin for his experience between learning choreography fighting and Elvis's iconic rubber legs. In a sense, as you leaned forward on one of your seats, you became fascinated by the Elvis actor's comparison of it all. While Elvis's moves were televised and had to be precise for the camera, being a Harkonnens gave him more leverage in the freedom to move. It was a captivating question that you couldn't help but want to listen to more.

Comparisons aside, you didn't have much to note for your upcoming question. Which is exactly why you felt unprepared for what he was going to ask.

Harkness brings up your name for the finale. "You have done stunt work before. For the first and now second film, I've heard you compared it to rather- dancing. Is that what you think your relationship with the choreography has been?"

You gave a content hum, "You see it with the Fremen or Harkonnens right? Everyone moves so differently and for the course for me, I've had to adjust my choreo little by little. And I think that analogy you mentioned really does relate back to dancing. I don't know if it's because I was once a dancer or that I'm a visual learner," You shrug your shoulders, "But I see the choreography as a dance routine. You're moving alongside people, doing hits and jabs. Both are very hands-on so I would like to approach it as something I can always work on." Satisfied with your answer, you clapped your hands together.

"Kind of like sand walking no?" It was then that Zendaya swerved counterclockwise to face you.

Bringing back the conversation they had in the beginning about sand walking, your eyes instantly brighten. "Exactly like that!"

"I feel like you would be great at sand walking," Florence puffs, mindlessly shaking her microphone back and forth. "You- You already got the moves." Even Timothee came into agreement, humming and commenting you worked well with the choreography.

Austin Butler raises his microphone. "I think you gotta learn with me because I don't think I could,"

"Nonsense!" You give him a silly glare. "If you can do a killer rubber leg, I think you can sand walk." Florence and Zendaya both mumble their support and your male costar leans to have his arm around the back of your chair, warmly.

"Is that an open invitation I see?" The spokesperson, Harkness giggly pokes at than the rest of the cast turns to look at you. Your scowl morphs into an innocent one.

"Hm?" As you squint your eyes in hesitation.

"I feel like you could have the potential to sand walk but just with the right partner," Timothee chimes in, spreading his arms over his chair as well. Your brows furrowed accusingly, as if wanting to clarify what he meant by his comment.

And the French actor gives you a look, one you became so sure of. "Mm right!" A slight eruption of laughs before you straightened your back with proper posture. "With just the right partner,"

There were also hints mentioned in your interview with Timothee surprisingly not. This was one of the more recent ones to be published, as you finally were able to pair up with your favorite co-star (besides Brolin) from the first film. The two of you had strong chemistry despite having less screen time together in the second film.

The beginning of the video cuts to a clip of you answering an innocent question. "What I think about every day, is Timothee going to send to me a meme today? Uh, I hope so!" You give a sarcastic look to your seat partner as he latently laughs in front of you. "Or when is he going to text me you know?"

It then transitions to an interviewer from Heart commercial radio as he shouts out your names. "How are you both?"

"I'm doing good!"

"Going great!"

The radio show was more relaxed than you would've expected as the spokesperson was very down to the earth with his conversation starters and contagious warmth. Timothee was able to catch up with him from his last interview when he premiered his Wonka film. Eventually, the interview became more casual discussing working together, cooking, and trendy topics.

Timothee and you both went back and forth on favorite memories you had of the first film. And talking about the new cast members and new elements it had brought to the table for the film itself.

"Cool new characters this time," As you played around with the fuzzy microphone the camera crew gave to you.

"Yup lots of new people to meet," Timothee adds on, nodding.

The interviewer proceeds with the question, "And also you have seen- there's a clip about of you running around actually." He signals to you, "Of your reaction to something Timothee said about your performance in the first film,"

"Oh! I've seen it," Almost instinctively, your co-star raises his hand. "I was supposed to send it to you but I forgot." As he turns, to finds you looking lost at the topic at hand.

"Really what was it?" You almost looked concerned, seeing how you didn't understand what they meant.

Luckily for you, the Heart radio spokesperson managed to get a hold of the video from his phone, "It was a little callback of Timothee raving about your flirting skills."

As it plays, the camera zooms in on you and your co-actors reaction. The French actor couldn't help but look slightly embarrassed but smitten when the timing of your reaction came on screen. While you held an intrigued stance, arms crossed and a content grin.

"I am pretty good at flirting,"

"You really are, huh." At the same time, you both turn to make eye contact.

"I also heard Tim- that you thought that they would be your love interest initially?" At the radio speaker's inquiry, you couldn't help but in mid-sentence, finally, swerve your head suddenly.

"Yeah well, fun fact actually," The male actor tries to reason, sitting up. "In the novels, Paul and Nerre almost did become a couple!"

It was a well-known fact of that in the first novel, there had been slight changes to the story. Initially, it was said that the author, Frank Herbert had planned for Paul and Nerre, the character you played to have a romantic connection after the fall of House Atreides. Nevertheless, it was later scrapped for another plot, that of instead having Chani as the love interest. But even decades later after the novel’s release, it was something fans still fuss about.

"Oh, I heard about that!" Almost in awe, you nodded, your attention fully on Chalamet, wondering how far he was willing to go beyond spoilers.

"Do you think Nerre would ever meet someone then?" The afro man questions, adjusting his microphone. "Since- Paul has Chani, I feel like if we ever get a potential third film, that could open some doors!"

"If a third film could happen," You start, fiddling with the lining of the mic cover, "I hope so! I mean I got the moves, I got the skills!"

"Keep practicing your sand walk and we'll see," Timothee cutely chimes as you proceed to blow a raspberry at him. Only for him to lightly swat you away.

Despite your failures to have scenes of sand walking, your cast of a crew were more than happy to show you. Javier Bardem and Jessica Ferguson were quite supportive in your interest for something you did not have any part-time. A few behind the scene videos show the actor demonstrating from afar the slower version of the walk.

Though your back was facing the camera, viewers would pick up and recognize it to be you. Jessica as well was off to the side, in her luminescent costume of a million robes, clapping from side to side.

Another later pans to you taking long strides across the sand in the background. In front of the camera are Josh Brolin and Javier having their turn in the video, to discuss their relationship and the previous they have worked on together. However, viewers couldn't help but pinpoint your figure alongside the frame trying to master the patterns of what Javier taught you from the previous clip.

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