[OOM] Eiattu - Royal Chambers

[fighting_mad]

It's the middle of summer on Eiattu, but it has been one of the rainiest months in the planet's history. The cavernous royal chambers are damp and drafty, and there is a decidedly grumpy princess sitting at a desk in the inner living area (the smaller, less formal one). She is surrounded by beautiful things; rich tapestries, a few paintings, sleek furniture with smooth lines, everything in warm shades of gold and cream and yellow. The glowlamps are turned down low, besides the one burning brightly on the desk, and she is adrift in a studious sea of datapads and flimsi scraps, bare feet planted firmly on the floor.

Of course, it would be a much more elegant scene if the aforementioned princess wasn't wrapped up in a huge comforter, her head in her hand. And if she weren't sneezing, blowing her nose, swearing, and occasionally flinging styluses in abject misery.

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[fighting_mad]

She grabs ineffectually for the last one he picks up, but she misses by a klick.

She glares up at him with bleary, stubborn eyes. "No."

[eiattu_pride]

"Yes."

Sighs, rolls his eyes.

"Bed, maybe some food, sleep, and more sleep. Deal with it. Now c'mon."

[fighting_mad]

"I don't need t--" Her voice cracks.

Ow. Yelling hurts.

She lets out a hard breath and talks quieter. "What if I sit on the bed with the work?"

[eiattu_pride]

Rial thinks on this.

"No."

[fighting_mad]

Baleful stare.

[eiattu_pride]

"Come."

Tugs her hand.

[fighting_mad]

She would be a lot harder to haul out of the chair if she wasn't woozy. Alas, however, she is, though now that she's up, she isn't planning on going anywhere willingly.

As is probably evidenced by the blistering stream of hoarse cursing currently being sent in his direction.

[eiattu_pride]

"Lady, we've had this talk before. I'm fine if you think my mother was a mynock with no shame, but my father, I assure you, was not a neutered kitling."

Tugging her in the direction of the bedroom.

[fighting_mad]

Kriffing dizzyness. Kriffing weakness. She'd be able to hold her ground if it weren't for them. But, she can't; she goes along with Rial. And maybe it is good for both of them that her retort is swallowed by a fit of coughing.

[eiattu_pride]

There's a pause.

"Kriff this."

And he scoops her up and continues like nothings wrong.

[fighting_mad]

She's still coughing, otherwise, there would be shouting.

Instead, she punches him in the shoulder with something less than her usual force.

[eiattu_pride]

He snickers.

Very quietly, then hastily rearranges his features.

"Anyway. It'll be good for you to take a rest."

[fighting_mad]

She hit him. She hit him and he's laughing.

THAT'S NOT HOW IT'S SUPPOSED TO GO.

Plourr thrashes, massive comforter and all, and smacks him again. "Put me down!" she demands.

[eiattu_pride]

"No."

That one hurt a bit, mostly because she got the bridge of his nose.

[fighting_mad]

She would laugh if she knew that. Alas, she does not. She simply struggles weakly another minute, then gives up due to exhaustion, arms crossed sullenly over her chest and cheeks flushed in an otherwise white face. She's been dead on her feet with this the past three days; she doesn't have the energy left to fight.

[eiattu_pride]

He knows.

They get to the bedchamber, and he drops her on the large, somewhat antique bed with a sigh.

"Anything you need? Food, water, company...?"

[fighting_mad]

"My datapad," she says doggedly.

[eiattu_pride]

Sigh.

"No. I refuse. Anything else?"

[fighting_mad]

She sits back against the dark wooden headboard, arranging the thick comforter around her shoulders and across her lap, and she brings her knees up to her chest under it. She sniffles loudly. It's-- pretty disgusting.



She sighs and mutters, "Tissues."

[eiattu_pride]

"Sure."

Tissues are fetched, and handed over.

"Anything else?"

[fighting_mad]

She wedges the box in between her hip and the bed, and she pulls out a tissue and blows her nose. "No." She balls it up and lets it drop on the floor.

She stares at him with unblinking, overly bright eyes, clearly waiting for him to leave. So she can go back to her desk if she has to kriffing well crawl.

[eiattu_pride]

Hah, well, he ain't leaving. Tough luck.

He finds a seat and makes himself comfortable, watching her.

[fighting_mad]

She eyes him tiredly.

"You can go now."

Plourr isn't much good at subtle.

[eiattu_pride]

"I know."

He doesn't move.

[fighting_mad]

She blows her nose again, shivering and hunkering down lower.




"You're not doing it," she points out flatly.