fighting_mad: (any - young)
Plourr Estillo ([personal profile] fighting_mad) wrote2007-08-25 04:35 pm

Mirrorverse AU

The Countess Isplourrdacartha moves quickly down the corridor, an aide at either side of her, and two guards following and two moving ahead. For once, she is not dressed immaculately, her clothes rumpled and large chunks of her bangs falling out of her braid and into her eyes. Her hands have been bound up. Her face is drawn and exhausted, expression tight and pinched, and she is speaking quietly, giving rapidfire instructions to the aides.

One meeting to the next, one secure location to the next -- that is what life has been like, the past two days.
eiattu_pride: (can't be true)

[personal profile] eiattu_pride 2007-08-25 09:16 pm (UTC)(link)
It's been a long, hard two days.

The message. It had been Plourr's mother, the Duchess Einelfanden, who'd made the call. He's not sure what he expected when the message came in full holo, the Duchess dressed all in regal purple and grey, silent, foreboding.

(There's been an explosion. You need to come home

Isplourrdacartha, he'd said, Isplourr...

You need to come home, she'd said, and avoided his eyes.)

He'd given his notice to Wedge. Wedge had put a hand on his shoulder, gently, face full of apologies and sympathy that Rial couldn't look at. There were things to sort out, now, a planet to run. He wouldn't be able to come back. He'd have to stay home for good and run things the way a proper Emperor would, he'd have to decide the time for mourning only he can't think about that now.

So he packs his things and he books passage on a tiny, old freighter, under an assumed name and wrapped in a traveling cloak. The freighter drops him at a nameless spaceport where he transfers to a second old, creaky ship with peeling paintwork and a pervasive smell of rust. The official handling his ticket was quiet and kind and insisted on formalities.

(You're returning home?

Yes, he'd said. I am. There was a death in the family.

I'm so sorry, she'd said, we just need you to sign here, sir. Have a nice flight.)

He sat on a hard bench for fourteen hours and silently planned. The period of mourning, the funeral, the necessary changes in rank and promotions and finding someone to counsel him. He'd have to write a speech, probably. Isplourrdacartha Estillo was a good woman. The usual sort of thing.

He departs the freighter and rents a landspeeder that gets him to the palace. A guard waves him in when he shows the ID proclaiming him to be a lesser noble, with only the slightest of raised eyebrows at his clothing. He hasn't gone six meters when a ghost walks out into the hallway in front of him, surrounded by guards and aides. Rial puts a hand against the wall, silent, not making a sound, not moving.

Because it's not, it can't be, and he can't stand Fate for the cruel joke that she's playing on him.
eiattu_pride: (oh god no)

[personal profile] eiattu_pride 2007-08-25 09:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Rial goes white, because up until that moment she could be nothing more then someone who looked like her, but that's Isplourr's voice and the way Isplourr moves and that. Is. Isplourr's face, all smiling up at him like a sun.

He doesn't know what to say so he doesn't say anything, for too long, hands clenched into fists, leaning on the wall, breathing in the heavy, sweet Eiattu air and looking at the woman he thought was dead these two days past.
eiattu_pride: (angel said o pretty boy)

[personal profile] eiattu_pride 2007-08-25 09:57 pm (UTC)(link)
He takes a step back, and then two steps forward. His hands, large and strong, go to her shoulders, holding her while he stares at her face.

"They told me," he says, voice rough, holding her like a vise, "that you were dead. Oh my gods. Isplourr, they said you were dead."

But she's not. She's not dead. She's not and everything's going to be okay and he wonders, for a second, at the relief sweeping through him, the overwhelming conviction that things are okay now. She's alive.

So is he.
eiattu_pride: (angel said o pretty boy)

[personal profile] eiattu_pride 2007-08-25 10:20 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's okay," he mutters, looking down, finally releasing his grip on her shoulders. He brings a hand up, pinches the bridge of his nose, shakes his head as if to clear it and looks up with a much calmer expression.

"I was traveling incognito. I didn't want to risk picking up any messages. I'm - glad. That you were unhurt."
eiattu_pride: (emperor fancypants)

[personal profile] eiattu_pride 2007-08-25 10:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Rial's jaw tightens. "I'm sorry," he says, and he really is. He doesn't know the woman, but it's all in the way Isplourr says her name.

He runs his fingers through his hair, then, stifles a yawn. "Okay. We've work to do."
eiattu_pride: (angel said o pretty boy)

[personal profile] eiattu_pride 2007-08-25 10:42 pm (UTC)(link)
"A while ago," he admits, straightening his shoulders. Already he looks less frightened, out of place, and is recovering the stance of an Eiattu noble.

"There's not time, though. Do you have a current report on the situation."
eiattu_pride: (...slightly scary!)

[personal profile] eiattu_pride 2007-08-25 10:50 pm (UTC)(link)
He draws himself up to his full, impressive height, and glares.

"The report, Countess."
eiattu_pride: (analyze and adapt (don't look back))

[personal profile] eiattu_pride 2007-08-25 10:57 pm (UTC)(link)
In the end it's a bit of a staring match, and in the end, Isplourr wins.

Rial takes a step backwards, glowering. "Five hours. On the dot."
eiattu_pride: (emperor fancypants)

[personal profile] eiattu_pride 2007-08-25 11:03 pm (UTC)(link)
He nods, silently, and bows before sweeping off.

It's been a long, hard two days.