[OOM] Eiattu - Royal Palace

[fighting_mad]

Dinner over with, the sky outside dark and filled with stars, Plourr is sprawled across the sofa, her feet in Rial's lap. "I don't know how the idiot ever thought it was a good idea."

She shakes her head, but here's a rare thing, amid all this misery and restlessness and rampant boredom and discomfort and fucking helpless waiting: there's a thoroughly obnoxious grin threatening.

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[fighting_mad]

"Then--" She hesitates, hand holding his tightly, but she says it. "Goddammit, we'd better go. Again."

[eiattu_pride]

"Okay." Okay. He can't help one, joyful smile, because this is it. His baby, his child, is going to be born.

(hopefully this time, anyway, he's had this thought before)

And then he's all business, getting up, making as though to tug her to her feet, running over last-minute details in his head. "C'mon, then, my princess. Let's get to work."

[fighting_mad]

Plourr, on the other hand, is of the opinion that this can't possibly be it, and she still has a week before she has to deal with any of this. She is fully prepared to get down to the infirmary, walk around the corridors for a while, and then be told 'oh, no, false alarm; back to bed you go' and get bundled off to the apartments again.

It's happened a few times before, after all.

"Let us get to work?" she asks a mite crankily, eyebrows up. But she swings her legs over the side of the sofa and takes his arm, and--slowly, with a great deal of assistance--heaves herself up. Almost as soon as she's standing, her hand tightens on his bicep and she rests her forehead against his shoulder, her eyes squeezed shut.

[eiattu_pride]

"I have to drag your sorry behind down there, don't I?" But his voice is softly worried and he's got an arm wrapped around her, holding on tightly, wishing he could absorb some of the pain. He's done this already. It's not getting any easier.

[fighting_mad]

Plourr grants his wish.

[eiattu_pride]

"...Ow," says Rial, "that hurt. You are a mean, mean person."

[fighting_mad]

"Rial," Plourr says, after about fifteen seconds of silence following the punch to his shoulder, "if you say anything about your pain during this whole thing, I might just kill you."

[eiattu_pride]

"Got it. Keep the mouth sealed shut." Still holding onto her tightly, "Ready to go?"

[fighting_mad]

"No." She raises her head and pushes herself upright, and looks him in the eye (hers are dark brown and wild and afraid, despite the relative calm of her voice). "But let's do it anyway."