fighting_mad | [OOM] Eiattu

Plourr is thoroughly sick of floating in pink goo. There is bacta, she thinks, trapped in her sinuses. She's just thankful that she was unconscious for the first few days. As it is, after four days with nothing to do but float, heal, sleep, and stare at the tubes running in and out of herself, she is going out of her mind. Rial visits, though, and that helps make it bearable; he talks to her even if she can't hear a word she's saying. For the first few days, when she's in and out of consciousness, she only has one memory, of him laughing as he says something. When she's more with it, they carry on a few conversations, Rial with gestures and inaudible words, Plourr with a range of facial expressions that is fairly impressive considering that the breathing apparatus is covering most of her face.

Still, she is going mad with boredom. So when the tech appears and points upward, and she hears someone pulling the top off of the tank, she is kicking upward even before she's told to.

A shower, a robe, some new bandages, and a whole lot of mouthwash later, she begins to feel halfway human again. She tests her body, her muscles, as the techs usher her around. Her arm is in a combination cast-sling--the cast is a noxious, horrible shade of bright green. somebody thinks they're really funny--and her right shoulder--which had had a low-set vibroblade taken to it--wrapped up in bandages. Her ribs are wrapped, too, and they're still aching; enough that she doesn't complain too much when the staff insist on the repulsorchair. Her knee is in a brace but she's not too concerned about that one; it's an old injury that tends to recur if she twists her knee. Her face, from what she can tell, is largely healed; they've taped up a few cuts on her fast left by shrapnel or nobles' rings and the majority of the swelling and bruising has gone down, leaving her eyes bright and clear.

When she's ushered into the hall outside the private medbay room, Plourr talks the tech into letting her get out of the chair and take the last few steps by herself.

"A few hours, Princess," the tech reminds her, removing the chair. "Then you've got to go back in."

"Yeah, yeah," she says impatiently, and--with one hand on the doorway for balance--she steps through the door.

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She can't forgive him. He trespassed against Eiattu, not just Plourr, and that is unforgiveable. She can, however, choose not to use state resources to track him down. Everyone deserves a chance at redemption.

Enough of Ribenn Hilunda. He is gone in peace.

She tips her face into Rial's hand, holding up the new band and letting the robe sleeve all down to her elbow. "Would you do the honors?"

"Of course, my princess." Rial takes the band, smiling, fastens it deftly around her upper arm.

"There. Perfect."

"No," she says decisively, and, using the back of the chair for support, she awkwardly hauls herself to her feet. "Not quite."

The movement sets her side to throbbing, but she grits her teeth and the pain is worth it when she can carefully manuever herself into his lap. She props her braced leg up on her old chair and she can't comfortably twist, but she can and does settle against him.

"Better."

And Rial smiles, slow and sweet, leaning forward to kiss her gently.

"Perfect?"

Her smile matches his, even if it's a little tighter, a little more tired, and she leans her head against his shoulder. "No. I think it has potential, though, once I've taken a few more bacta dips."

She sits silently a moment, and she says abruptly, "I don't want this whole vaping business to be the white bantha in the room, Rial. We're -- not talking about it."

Rial chuckles, and nods. "After then, maybe."

Then he frowns, doesn't say anything, just glances away.

"See?" She sits with him quietly and she glances over, even if he's looking away. "That right there's a good example of the not talking."

"There's nothing to talk about," he says simply. "It's over."

It's not a white bantha if you've brought it up, right? Those never tend to last long with Plourr in a room.

She nods, twisting her neck so she can press her forehead to his temple. "Okay."

It's probably not. And even if it still is, well, he's not talking.

Rial slips his arm a little more comfortably around her, and kisses her gently.

"Okay."

She settles her good hand on his arm, eyes closed. "You know what else this means?"

There's a lopsided grin from Rial, "That it's over?"

Plourr considers it a moment, then decides that it isn't worth the effort to elbow him. "That we can move back into our own apartments, you mynock," she says, not bothering to open her eyes.

:O Rial is offended, he really is. "Am not a mynock."

"But," he agrees, "we can indeed move back."

"Are too," she tells him, settling in more comfortably. "Big mynock. Wings and all."

She smiles then, small and genuine. "It'll be nice. A bed that's actually big enough for both of us. No guards in the living room." She curls her fingers around his arm. "We'll have the whole place to ourselves."

"Am not!" Rial even rolls his shoulders back to check for the feel of wings.

But he smiles back, reaching out to tug the end of her nose. "You won't be able to shove me out of bed any more."

She wrinkles her nose at him. "I still could." But she smiles warmly, kisses his cheek, and she murmurs against his ear, "But you're not getting out of bed for at least the first couple days."

Rial beams at her, "I'll defeat you if you try."

Then there's a blush, but only a small one, and "That sounds agreeable, my princess."

"I think it sounds like the best idea either of us has had in ages," she says, grinning against his flush. "But I suppose 'agreeable' works."

Kind of.

"What about the idea to shave my moustache?" Because, he thinks, that was a pretty good idea too.

"Close, but no cigarra," she says, pressing her nose against his cheek, her face warm. "I think this one's better."

"Mmm...okay," says Rial, and he kisses her cheek lightly, "Sounds like a plan."

"I'd offer to shake on it, but..." She's comfortable and doesn't want to move.

Also, her shaking-hand is immobilized in a cast in a really lovely shade of noxious florescent green.

It blinds the eyes, really. "Well," and then Rial kisses her softly, and full on the lips, "that's okay, because I think this seals the deal so much better."

"Mmmm," she agrees eloquently, eyes closed, and she seals it again.

She draws back and murmurs a rare unprovoked, "I love you."

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