[OOM] Eiattu - Royal Apartments

[fighting_mad]

There isn't much to move from the temporary quarters the royal couple had been sharing. Just a few boxes, a few bags. It only took Rial and Plourr two trips. The servants could have easily done it, but Plourr doesn't mind the work; it's only a few hours that she's been out of the infirmary, and she relishes in being able to do things for herself again.

She glances around to be sure that Rial isn't in the room--the warm, comfortable sitting room, decorated simply in creams and golds and yellows--and she eases herself down onto a box to catch her breath. He worries so when really, she's fine. Settling the sling more comfortably around her neck--a few more weeks, she reminds herself, only a few more weeks--her eyes fall on a box beside her foot. She leans forward and tugs it toward her, pulling open the flap.

Her smile flutters, quick and startled, as she sees what is inside; she carefully pulls out something lumpy and wrapped in linen and an old tunic (for purposes of camoflauge), and she peels back a corner of fabric and peers inside. Whatever she sees satisfies her, and she sets the small package on her knees.

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[eiattu_pride]

"Oh?" Now he's curious. "What is it, then?"

[fighting_mad]

She leans back, looking up at him, and she begins to smirk. "Guess."

[eiattu_pride]

..oh that's just not fair.

Rial leans back against the wall, and chews his lip. "Hmmm - is it a stuffed bantha?"

[fighting_mad]

"This?" Plourr asks doubtfully, holding up the long, thin bundle. "You think this is a bantha?"

[eiattu_pride]

"...it's a bantha on a diet."

CLEARLY. GOSH, PLOURR. GET WITH THE PROGRAM.

[fighting_mad]

"No," she decides.

[eiattu_pride]

"Oh. Well." Rial thinks harder.

"...I really have no idea, Plourr."

[fighting_mad]

She smiles, at that, and she holds it out to him without a word.

[eiattu_pride]

Rial takes it, looking surprised. "A present, for me? What's the occasion? Have I missed something?"

[fighting_mad]

"I'll give you a hint." She shifts on the box, resting her back against the side of the sofa behind her, and she says, "We both missed something."

[eiattu_pride]

There's a long moment of thought, there, and Rial's eyes go wide. "Our anniversary?"

[fighting_mad]

"Things got so mad with Nental and the nobles; it slipped my mind." One corner of her mouth rises softly. "I just can't believe it's been over a year."

[eiattu_pride]

"I didn't remember either," Rial points out. "It doesn't seem that long, it really doesn't."

A hlaf-grin, "I got you something. A while ago. Not sure where it is now, though."

[fighting_mad]

"Liar," she says cheerfully, and she tips her head to the bundle still in his hands. "Go on. It's not going to bite. I promise."

[eiattu_pride]

"Am not," Rial protests, but he opens it obediently.

Paintbrushes, all beautifully made and some of the best Rial has ever seen, tubes of paint and the labels are all of colors that he can't remember ever seeing before.

He doesn't say anything, just stares.

[fighting_mad]

"I thought, from what I remembered from throwing your brushes, they looked old. I saw these at a market on this tiny planet we stopped to refuel on; it was a world of artisans and the species had -- color-receptors or something that allow them to see and create shades that humanoids normally can't." She speaks calmly, manner easy, but she's watching him closely and her hand rubs the back of her neck incessantly; a sure sign of nerves. "I didn't think you had any of those." Plourr may tease and Plourr may not understand art, but she pays more attention to Rial and his painting than she makes it seem.

[eiattu_pride]

"They're gorgeous." He strokes the brushes, the smooth wood, glances at the curious tubes of paint. "I can't - I really can't thank you enough, Plourr, I hadn't even imagined..."

[fighting_mad]

Her hand falls away from her neck and she smiles, small and enormously pleased. "Happy anniversary."

A moment passes and then, because she can't ever leave well enough alone, still alight with triumph (he likes them): "You hadn't even imagined what?"

[eiattu_pride]

Rial glances up from inspecting the paint, and shrugs. "That you paid that much attention to me, to my hobbies."

[fighting_mad]

Her smile slips. "Well," she says. "I do."

[eiattu_pride]

...oops. "No, I'm sorry, that was tactless. I love it, Plourr, it's a wonderful gift. Thank you so much."

[fighting_mad]

"You're welcome."

She keeps her mouth shut a whole six seconds before the words come boiling out.

"Of course I pay that much attention to you and what you like to do. I love you, you idiot."

[eiattu_pride]

"I know, I know."

He comes forward to kiss her gently.

"I am an idiot for not seeing it, hmm?"

[fighting_mad]

She curves her hand under his jaw and is more than happy to return the kiss when he bends down. "Nah, 'idiot' is too harsh," she tells him. " 'Just a little stupid sometimes' would be more accurate." Her fond eyes say, quite loudly, that she doesn't mean it.

She shifts her attention to the art supplies still in his hand. "You do like them? If you don't, I can always return them and get a deal on that bantha."

[eiattu_pride]

"You're too kind," he says, and beams at her. "Of course I like them! You can get the bantha for my birthday, or something."

And then, standing, "But I'm sure I have something for you, somewhere."