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fighting_mad) wrote2006-07-16 04:27 pm
fighting_mad) wrote2006-07-16 04:27 pm
[OOM] Eiattu - Back Stairway
The city is bustling, buzzing with excitement and happy voices and visitors. The palace is even more busy, stuffed to bursting with distinguished visitors and distant relatives and staff scurrying about. The Great Hall is bright with flags and ribbon streamers and rows upon rows of seats.
You would think it might be difficult to miss a six-foot-tall princess in a wedding dress in all that, but Plourr has managed to escape the maids, the bodyguards, the well-wishers, the soon-to-be mother-in-law. She is sitting in a little-used back stairway. It leads down to a small kitchen that is gathering dust now that the kitchens are staffed by 'droids; it's one of her favorite hiding places.
Of course, she isn't doing a very good job of hiding right now; the wedding dress sees to that. The bride herself has one muscled, bare shoulder pressed against the wall, a single pale yellow flower tucked behind her ear. Plourr had lost on the dress, but won on the no-veil; auburn hair is cropped close to her head, as always. She has been poufed, primped, perfumed, and made up to the nines, and now all there is to do now is wait.
A full, small silver flask dangles from her fingers (with polished fingernails). She waits.
Plourr hates waiting.
You would think it might be difficult to miss a six-foot-tall princess in a wedding dress in all that, but Plourr has managed to escape the maids, the bodyguards, the well-wishers, the soon-to-be mother-in-law. She is sitting in a little-used back stairway. It leads down to a small kitchen that is gathering dust now that the kitchens are staffed by 'droids; it's one of her favorite hiding places.
Of course, she isn't doing a very good job of hiding right now; the wedding dress sees to that. The bride herself has one muscled, bare shoulder pressed against the wall, a single pale yellow flower tucked behind her ear. Plourr had lost on the dress, but won on the no-veil; auburn hair is cropped close to her head, as always. She has been poufed, primped, perfumed, and made up to the nines, and now all there is to do now is wait.
A full, small silver flask dangles from her fingers (with polished fingernails). She waits.
Plourr hates waiting.
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"Ready?"
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Takes the flask, and delicatly cleans the lipstick off the top before drinking.
His eyebrows rise.
"Good stuff."
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"Yeah, I'm ready," she says, resting a hand on a skirt-covered knee. She hopes she is, anyway. She sighs. "I'm ready for all the kriffing fuss to be over, too."
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"Me too. Just think, all the wedding fuss will be over, and we can get back to being diplomatic."
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And it's joking, because he does do a hell of a lot of work and she appreciates that, and she's amused at the response, but-- she's the princess. In the end, everything is her responsibility. And she's the one who takes the responsibility, who takes on the audiences and the appearances and the treasury reports and the minute decisions. There's only so far that her advisors' help can extend.
But, yes. Mock outraged look.
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Smirks.
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Innocent.
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One hand light on her shoulder.
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"Are you sure you want to do this, Rial? I'm not an easy person to live with." More metaphorically than literally. "I will be a terrible wife."
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His voice is soft.
"I don't mind."
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"It's not too late if you don't want to do this."
She smiles with no real humor. "Hells know I wouldn't want to marry me."
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There's a pause.
"Yes, it is."
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She is tempted to snort, but she doesn't. "You're not answering the question." Not that it's really a question.
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Plourr doesn't say that. She doesn't blame him for not being rah-rah over it. She just leans up and kisses him on the cheek.
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"This ought to be interesting."