[OOM] Eiattu - Private Office

[fighting_mad]

Chin in her hands (both hands; it's a thing that she thinks bears repeating), Princess Isplourrdacartha Estillo glowers down at the open datapad and stack of rifled-through flimsi sheets on her desk. The night sky of Eiattu is beautiful behind her, stars glittering in the black sky, the outskirts of the city bright and cheerful, but Plourr is not bright or cheerful, nor is she glittery.

Absently sticking one hand through the holo representation of Eiattu IV revolving on the edge of her desk, its princess looks about as happy as the stuffy portraits of her stuffy ancestors hanging on the office walls.

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[eiattu_pride]

No.

No, she's decidedly not glittery. Which is a pity. Rial wonders vaguely if liberal applications of glitter might help, then decides it's not worth the severed limbs and time spent getting blood out of the new carpet.

...oh, and he comes in, of course. Leans on the wall next to the door, "You look happy."

[fighting_mad]

Plourr glances up and Rial's words prove to be prophetic, as she does brighten.

She also tosses her stylus onto the desk, rises, crosses the room, and has him shoved against the wall before you could say, 'Plourr, what are you doing?' She kisses him with no small warmth, tilting her head, one arm wrapped behind his neck and her other hand sunk into his hair (mussing it beyond salvation).

Having the use of both arms is fan-kriffing-tastic.

[eiattu_pride]

...oh. Well. That's quite a greeting.

Rial doesn't fight it, or even bother trying. He just kisses back until he starts to run out of breath, and then he pulls away only to laugh, bringing a hand up to try and straighten his hair.

"Is that the new standard greeting? 'Cause I could learn to like it."

And then - only then - does he clue in. "Your cast...it came off today?"

[fighting_mad]

She rests both hands on his shoulders, and says, "Yes," and then she sucks in a quick breath and kisses him again, pressed against him (one hand fisted in the front of his tunic and the other on his face and no, she really isn't going to stop noticing where her hands are, and yes, that is tongue).

[eiattu_pride]

Well. Goodness.

Rial submits until breathing is really, really not an option anymore and then he pushes her lightly, surfacing for air.

"Hey."

[fighting_mad]

"I have two hands again!" she informs him, gasping for breath. She isn't smiling, but she manages to be maniacally bright in her childlike, unholy glee all the same.

[eiattu_pride]

"I noticed!" Her glee is actually a little worrying. He isn't used to seeing her this...this...bouncy.

Maybe he won't need the glitter, after all.

[fighting_mad]

Okay. Rial should try being a walking wreck for a few weeks, and then carting around a hideous (despite the painted improvements and little stick figures that Plourr scratched into it) weight on his arm for even more weeks, unable to do much at all without huge amounts of frustration, and then he's allowed to complain about her being a little happy.

Or so she would retort if she could read his inner monologue, anyway.

But as she can't, she grins with a flash of teeth and steps back, letting her right hand slowly trail off his shoulder and back to her side. "I looked for you earlier to tell you, but you weren't around," she tells him, making her way back over to her desk.

[eiattu_pride]

Rial will pass on that, thanks very much.

He grins back at her, using his hands and trying to get his hair back in some semblance of order. "I know. I was hiding."

[fighting_mad]

"From what?" she asks, leaning against the edge of the desk.

[eiattu_pride]

"They expect me to help plan the coronation." Rial just. Does. Not. Do that sort of thing.

Ever.

[fighting_mad]

"Ohhh no," she says, shaking her head immediately. "No. If you think I'm going to be dragged into this planning business alone, Rial Pernon, you've got another thing coming."

[eiattu_pride]

He eyes her. And then eyes the door. Calculates distance. "I may bow out, just this once. I'm - uh, allergic."

[fighting_mad]

"No," Plourr says firmly. She gives him the stinkeye at the way he's looking at the door. "Don't even think about it."

[eiattu_pride]

"Awww." Rial makes a face, does his best at making puppy-dog eyes. "I bet I'd just be a nuisance..."

[fighting_mad]

"Don't leave me alone with the planning committee," she says with a hint of desperation. "I'll kill somebody."

[eiattu_pride]

He wavers.

"But..."

[fighting_mad]

Plourr sees the weakness and goes in for the kill, like a vornskyr. "The whole thing is going to be huge and swanky already. Think of how much worse it'll be if we leave it to them."

[eiattu_pride]

...and he crumbles. "Okay, fine. You win. I'll help."

But, his face says, I WON'T LIKE IT.

[fighting_mad]

A few quick steps forward and he has himself an armful of grateful princess, whether or not he actually wants it. "Thank you," she says fervently, and she presses an equally fervent kiss to his mouth. "Thank you."

[eiattu_pride]

That's a perfectly acceptable reward, he decides, just before kissing her long and sweet.

Breaks away for just a moment, "If I shoot someone, it's your fault."

[fighting_mad]

"I will gladly accept any and all responsibility just as long as I don't have to sit in a room with the planning committee without anyone to discretely roll my eyes and yawn at," she says seriously.

[eiattu_pride]

"Agreed." This might even be fun. If he's lucky.

[fighting_mad]

It's a distinct possibility. Plourr has, after all, proved herself a master of silently mocking dull people during horrific conferences and meetings and state dinners, and Rial is usually the one on the receiving end of that prowess.

He's also usually the one left having to hide laughter with coughs and harrumphs, and the one enduring odd looks.

"Good," she says, and she pulls away and walks back to her desk, picking up her datapad. "Then you can help with this." She hands the 'pad to him. "They want us to make decisions on what the crowns will look like." Her expression is equal parts incredulous and 'they've got to be kidding me, right?' and -- slightly uncertain. "They tell me the old ones were lost." She holds the datapad out to him. The screen displays a dizzying array of options and sample pictures.

[eiattu_pride]

Rial stares.






And, slowly, begins to back away. "Ah - another time, yes? I forgot to feed my fish."