Plourr Estillo (
fighting_mad) wrote2006-08-31 12:13 am
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[OOM] Eiattu - Palace Corridor
Plourr had been vocally against the official goodbye, informing the cabinet that she didn't want a committee at the spaceport to see her off, no matter how small. She's a strong-willed princess, but she lost this one. Mostly because of the lack of state reception when she had arrived.
And so there are a princess and a count quietly walking the corridor, Plourr in a flightsuit with her helmet tucked under her arm, Rial with Plourr's duffel bag thrown over his shoulder. Two uniformed guards move with them, one several meters ahead and one trailing behind. As they reach the end of the hall, Plourr waves the two women on, gesturing to the door leading to the garages. "Go ahead," she says. They do.
She looks to Rial, tightening her grip on the helmet. "This is probably the last chance we'll have to talk without fourteen courtiers and your father pretending they're not listening."
And so there are a princess and a count quietly walking the corridor, Plourr in a flightsuit with her helmet tucked under her arm, Rial with Plourr's duffel bag thrown over his shoulder. Two uniformed guards move with them, one several meters ahead and one trailing behind. As they reach the end of the hall, Plourr waves the two women on, gesturing to the door leading to the garages. "Go ahead," she says. They do.
She looks to Rial, tightening her grip on the helmet. "This is probably the last chance we'll have to talk without fourteen courtiers and your father pretending they're not listening."
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"What, then?"
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"I'll miss you."
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He laughs softly, "Well, I'll miss your beauty, how easy it is to make you angry, the sleeping in late..."
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Her smile softens while not losing any of its brightness, turning almost girlish. "Come on, don't stop there."
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He's smiling gently.
"The way your eyes look when you talk about the Rogues. The way you smell after a shower when you're all damp and soft. The way you smile when you think no one's watching. The way you move."
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She pulls back and just looks at him a moment, and then she tucks her chin against his shoulder, drawing her arms around him.
"Okay, maybe I'll miss you a little."
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"That's better."
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He's going to miss this.
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and lingers,
and lingers.
But eventually, Plourr slowly steps back and lets her hands (one of which is still clutching the helmet) fall to her sides. She looks up.
"Ready?"
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He takes a breath.
"Have fun, okay?"
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As always, there is a Rial-sized space at her side.
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It's just what he does.
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"As always."
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Clearly, it is a sign of maturing.)
She pauses at the door. "Do you think we can sneak out another way and not talk to them?" she asks, resigned despite the question.
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He nudges her shoulder.
"Go on."
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He'll come with her, every step of the way.
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But til then, she wants him on her wing.