[OOM] Eiattu - Grasslands

[fighting_mad]

Plourr rolls onto her back and stares up at the blue sky, shading her eyes with one hand. It's a warm day, a few wispy clouds scudding across the sky and the sun shining bright. The two thaks are quite happily tucking into their feed nearby, tethered to a fallen tree, and the tall blades of grass wave softly in the wind all through the field. Best yet, there's no sign of anyone else or any manmade object as far as the eye can see; just grass, thaks, forest, and sky. She closes her eyes and lets the sun warm her face.

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[eiattu_pride]

Well.

Rial would probably be offended to know her train of thought, given that yes, he's right there. And last time he checked he wasn't grass, a thak, forest, or sky.

...probably. I mean, he's been purple. Grass can't be too far behind?

Regardless of this, though, there's a Rial. And he comes up behind her, sitting cross-legged just behind her head and leaning forward.

"Hey."

[fighting_mad]

"You're blocking my light," Plourr says, without opening her eyes. But a hint of a smile threatens, playing across her lips.

[eiattu_pride]

"Oh, well then."

He doesn't move. Except to lean a little further over, blocking the light even more. "I wouldn't want you to get sunburnt, my princess."

[fighting_mad]

She cracks an eyelid and tries to scowl at him, but can't quite summon the effort or the sentiment. "I'll be disappointed if I don't. It's just not right to spend this much time outdoors after so long spent trapped inside, and to come back still white as a sheet." She closes her eyes again, resting her hands on her stomach. "A sunburn's a badge of honor."

[eiattu_pride]

Rial grins. Looms over even more, if that's possible. "A sunburn hurts, and then it peels and itches and makes you look diseased for a week. Also, you're probably frying braincells the longer you're out here."

[fighting_mad]

"You," she says, grinning under his shadow, "are a royal pain in the ass. You're not allowed to care if I look diseased, anyway."

[eiattu_pride]

"I am a royal pain in the ass," he agrees, and beams at her. "But it's a very pretty ass."

[fighting_mad]

"I don't know if that's the right word," she says, contemplatively, and sadly misses out on the full force of the smile, as her eyes are closed. She can hear it in his voice, though, and it makes it hard to answer soberly. "Pretty's too feminine."

[eiattu_pride]

"And I," says Rial and it's really too bad she's missing out on his expression, "am a manly man."

[fighting_mad]

Her eyes snap open and she catches the last of that face he's making. Not to say she doesn't think he's masculine, but-- it does her in. Her knees come up and she rolls onto her side in an entirely indignified peal of laughter. The grass is warm and tickles her face and she goes on laughing into her arm.

[eiattu_pride]

Rial manages to look hurt for exactly 6.2 standard seconds, and then he's laughing too, lying down in the warm, earth-smelling grass to throw an arm over her and very lightly tickle her sides.

[fighting_mad]

She yelps and laughs still, batting at his hand and kicking at him with her heels. Unfortunately, with her boots in the grass several feet away (and with her not making much of an effort, truth be told), it likely doesn't make much of an impact.

[eiattu_pride]

Not really, no. Rial dances his fingers up her sides, laughing even as he leans in to steal a quick kiss. "Surrender?"

[fighting_mad]

She rolls over and tangles her long legs in his, hooking her left arm around his neck. Looking straight at him, eyes dancing as she tries to stop laughing helplessly, she says, "Never."

[eiattu_pride]

"Then I have no choice."

He beams, kisses her again, and then starts tickling in earnest.

[fighting_mad]

She breaks into laughter again, squirming. "Stop stop stop stop," she gasps, out of breath as she grabs his hands. In the interest of distracting him, in the same movement, she lunges in and kisses him. The initial move may be quick, but the kiss isn't; it's slow and warm, and after a moment or two, she carefully lets go of a hand and winds her arm around his neck again. She's warm and wild and filled up with sunshine and laughter, and she shifts closer to him in the grass, half-smiling against his mouth even as she still kisses him.

[eiattu_pride]

Mmm. This is nicer then tickling, true, and Rial brings one hand up and over her, tugging her in closer, holding her gently.

Breaks away for a breath, grinning quietly, then kisses her again.

(she tastes like sunshine, like summer air and something he can't name)

[fighting_mad]

Her eyes are half-lidded and she nudges him onto his back, following. Her leg draped over his nearer one, her kisses slowly taper off and she presses her lips to the corner of his mouth once more before she rests her cheek against his collarbone, throwing an arm across his chest.

Eyes open and bright, she watches the yellow and green and purple grass ripple in the light wind, Koer and Erantu nose at each other, trees sway some distance away.

[eiattu_pride]

"Mmmm." That's pretty much all that Rial can say right now, one hand up and at the nape of her neck, playing with her hair.

He decides that he really doesn't need to say anything, and shuts his eyes, smiling.

[fighting_mad]

Plourr keeps watching the patterns the breeze makes in the grass, the way the clouds move in the sky.

"This was a good idea," she says finally, quiet and as close to content as she comes.

[eiattu_pride]

"All my ideas are good ideas."

Rial idly watches the clouds in the sky. If he squints and turns his head just right, that one could be an X-wing...

[fighting_mad]

She laughs softly, tipping her head in a fondly mocking 'this is true' sort of manner.

"I love this world," she says, and her eyes are on the ground, for once, rather than the sky. "I don't know how I stayed away so long."

[eiattu_pride]

"I don't know if I'll ever leave." Rial, on the contrary, is still watching the sky and smiling.

"Got my roots here."

[fighting_mad]

"Mmm," she agrees complacently, tangling her legs more thoroughly with his. "You do."

[eiattu_pride]

"And you," he says, tugging on her hair, "can put down roots with me."