[OOM] Eiattu - Palace Corridor

[fighting_mad]

The private hall outside the royal apartments is quiet now; the warm, faded red walls and shining tile floors tell no secrets. The two guards dressed in charcoal and purple uniform, standing uneasily outside of the door, however, are a different story. For one thing, there only ought to be one of them. For another --

Lelian and Marama stand in close conference. His arms are crossed over his chest, and her hands are twisting in front of her. Every so often, one of them glances down the hall or starts to bring a commlink to his or her mouth, but one guard always halts the other. Neither of them has produced a weapon, but both look deeply troubled and out of their element.

"Do you think we should call--" asks anxious Marama for the fifteenth time, ginger hair piled high, but Lelian only shakes his head and begins to pace.

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[fighting_mad]

Derailed by that--fetus, holy hell but that sounds real--she holds still for a moment, but then she shakes her head. "No." Beat. "Well, I mean, yes, but I meant -- you don't have to sneak. You're--" the father, but that's too real and she slams the door shut on that thought, "you. I'm not going to bite your head off here."

She sighs, scrubbing a hand over her face. "I'm not making any kriffing sense."

[eiattu_pride]

"You," says Rial, leaning forwards to kiss her forehead lightly, "are making Plourr-sense. Which I happen to be used to.

"Which is to say I understand."

[fighting_mad]

She laughs shortly, and it's only a little borderline-hysterical. She takes refuge in blunt words, in an attempt for her usual manner, though she holds entirely still to let him press that kiss. "Yeah, well, my Plourr-sense tells me we haven't got all day. You touching or are you walking?"

[eiattu_pride]

"Walking."

He pulls away, still holding her hand, tugging her down the hallway. "C'mon."

[fighting_mad]

Plourr lets herself be tugged, glances up at his smile. It's quiet and it's purposely small, but it's there and she can almost taste his excitement, his happiness. It practically thrums in his hand.

This is, officially, the most fucked up day of her life.

Her first instinct was to scream and hear things shatter, her second was to hit, and her third -- she wants to get into bed and not come out for a while. There are things to do, though, she understands--she thinks--and she walks silently at Rial's side, a pace or two farther from his shoulder than she has to.