[oom] Eiattu - Palace

[fighting_mad]

Plourr was in the middle of an informal audience with the governor of one of the planet's largest provinces when the aide interrupted and murmured in her ear that something had happened. She told him to define 'something,' and he had said the magic word: the Priamsta. She excused herself from the audience and left her office (something the palace was still atwitter over; princesses didn't have offices), and that was when she'd been told that Nental, one of Eiattu's larger cities, was in the process of being attacked by a group thought to be led by the rebelling nobles.

They were smart; going after the governmental buildings, the royally-operated or loyalist-run businesses rather than the ordinary people. Wouldn't do to alienate the people they were trying to gain control over, after all.

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"I want Zee Squadron moving at all possible speed to Nental for air support. Who's in charge of the city's Guard? I need him on the comm ten minutes ago," Plourr snaps, cape and outer tunic lying crumpled on a table, sleeves rolled up to her elbows. It's still chaotic in the impromptou war room but less so than when she'd first entered and started setting things to rights.

She talks over the general buzz of voices, moving quickly from terminal to terminal and person to person, answering questions without hesitation and often in the middle of other sentences. "Someone tie in to the--yes, do that--to the newsfeeds; see what they're reporting, if we're not getting through on the official channels."

She bends over a terminal alongside a low level tech, named Zhaleian if she's remembering correctly at all, and he brings up a holo of a local reporter, standing on what looks to be a building roof. The dull whine-whump of heavy blaster and cannon bolts can be heard, and occasionally flash in the distance over the female reporter's head. Plourr watches and listens, her face tight and well under control, but furious.

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[eiattu_pride]

"I get like this, Plourr, it's just how I deal with things." By getting so caught up on little details, little problems, little insecurities; that the big problem doesn't matter anymore.

[fighting_mad]

Her hand hits his side blindly before she finds his arm, and she holds on. "Get like what?" she asks softly, and she isn't asking for herself, anymore.

[eiattu_pride]

"LIttle things. Little things that don't matter at all start to bother me. Like what you think of me naked, or if you get uncomfortable when I change in the room." Little, silly things.

[fighting_mad]

Everyone deals in their own way. Plourr makes a lot of noise. Rial quietly worries.

She shifts closer again, til her head is on his shoulder and her arm across his chest. "Well, considering I've been in the room while you're doing a hell of a lot more than changing, and considering that I just stripped in front of you not ten minutes ago, no, I can't say it makes me uncomfortable. And the rest of my answer goes along with that first question, to which the answer is an unequivocal, I can't believe you'd second guess that for even a second, Rial Pernon; you are gorgeous. Especially," she tips her head up and kisses whatever comes to reach, "when you're naked."

She could go on. She doesn't exactly mind. It's a much nicer subject than current events, anyway, and one she's enthuasiastic about.

[eiattu_pride]

Rial smiles at that, and shifts around until he can kiss her back. "I know."

And he does, really, he does.

[fighting_mad]

Her palm moves in small circles on his opposite side. "You know what, that I'm right, and you're unbelievably good-looking and I love your body? Because you should."

[eiattu_pride]

"I know," he recites softly, "that you're right and I'm unbelievably good-looking and you love my body."

[fighting_mad]

Plourr smiles against his shoulder; it's small, a little wan still, and he'll be able to feel it more than see it, but it's there. "Good."

[eiattu_pride]

"Yeah." One hand comes up to thread its way through her hair. "Good."

[fighting_mad]

The sheets rustle again and then she's pressed against his warm side from her head to her feet, her damp hair wetting his shoulder. She doesn't say anything; just tightens the arm thrown across his chest and goes on silently stroking his side.

[eiattu_pride]

Rial's tired. He tilts his head until it rests on her own damp hair, shuts his eyes, and murmurs "Love you." into the darkness.

Then, he sleeps.

[fighting_mad]

"The city library came down this morning, trapping m--"

"--liminary estimates are 560 killed, 1400 wounded, 1260 left h--"

"--tand against this cowardly action by th--"

Plourr doesn't.