[OOM] Eiattu - Palace

[fighting_mad]

Plourr ducks out of the abandoned wing of the palace.

No, that's not entirely right; it's closed-off, not voluntarily abandoned. Boarded and locked up twelve years ago. She still hasn't been able to discover who ordered it closed, but she suspects the Grand Duke had a hand in it. No matter how shaky her relationship with him may be, she knows he loved his nephew, her father. She knows he was fond of her mother and her sisters.

Plourr goes there still, sometimes. The apartments are lifeless, barely touched over the years, but it's hard not to feel closer to her parents when she can sit on the edge of their bed. When she first went, it was to grieve. To rage that they had left her with all this shavit. Later, it was to find quiet, some momentary peace; to remember. But today, it is to express gratitude, and to tell her parents-- maybe they hadn't chosen so badly for her after all.

The palace is quiet. So is the city. Plourr saw the last of the summit attendees off earlier in the morning and now Eiattu rests and recovers from the stresses placed on her fledgling government and recently-repaired capital. The planet's princess, too, is ready for a rest, even if it's only for a few days and even if it's while fulfilling royal duties.

Of course, that doesn't mean she has to dress the part. It is a mini leave, after all. So Plourr's comfortable, casual in tight gray trousers, black pilot boots, a purple tunic with the sleeves pushed up to her elbows, and a black vest. The blaster strapped to her leg is authoritative, but she's relaxed as she steps out into the corridor.

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[fighting_mad]

If Plourr flushes at seeing the flabbergasted servant's feet pass by, it's only because of the blood rushing to her head, clearly.

"Not much of a solution, then, is it?" she asks calmly.

[eiattu_pride]

"Well - no."

But it's a fun one.

[fighting_mad]

She can hear that grin.




Plourr bites him.

Not hard, mind you, but his back is right there.

[eiattu_pride]

Rial yelps, and twists.

"What - hey!"

[fighting_mad]

She grins, though all the hair in her face might hide that. "You know you liked it."

[eiattu_pride]

"Hmph."

He hoists her up, then around and places her lightly back on the floor.

"Happy?"

[fighting_mad]

"Very," she purrs, and she presses her mouth against his.

[eiattu_pride]

Rial deepens the kiss, laughing softly.

(but not at her)

[fighting_mad]

Laughing is not very conducive to kissing, but Plourr is willing to put up with it. She sets her hands on his face and backs him into the wall, leaning into him from hips to lips.

[eiattu_pride]

Rial kisses back, only breaking the embrace to trail tiny nips down her jawbone and, "What about a room?"

[fighting_mad]

"Mmm--" Heat crawls up the back of her neck. "There's a conference room down the hall, isn't there?"

[eiattu_pride]

"Think so."

They'll just hope that no one's in it.

[fighting_mad]

Plourr's the princess. She'll just throw them out.

She breaks away to pull him down the hall.

Thankfully, the conference room is empty.

[eiattu_pride]

Rial grins.

"Now, where was I?"

[fighting_mad]

The room is relatively small, furnished with only a round table surrounded by five or six chairs, and a window looking out across a view of the capital city.

She grins right back and yanks him inside (and into her arms). She blindly hits the button to lock the door, and then she's kissing him with more than a little open-mouthed heat, running strong hands up his sides.

[eiattu_pride]

And Rial's returning everything he gets, because this is right and-

-and he doesn't know how much longer he's going to have her.

(but that doesn't matter)