[OOM] Eiattu - Safe Quarters

[fighting_mad]

The guards know better than to say one single word when high heels click outside the apartment door and the princess enters, red-eyed and pale with fury. It would be dangerous enough to say something ordinarily, and her temper has been even more unpredictable than usual for the past day or two. The two of them respectfully avert their eyes as she walks through the living quarters and into the bedroom.

Rial is asleep on top of the covers, and Plourr trips over to the bed and flops down, curling up with him, tangling her legs in his (and possibly not taking enough care with her sharp heels) and burying her face in his neck.

It would be an awesomely dedicated sleeper who could sleep through the way she's holding onto him.

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[eiattu_pride]

"Oh."

There's a long pause, and then, carefully, "Your behaviour today has been a bit - odd. And I'm tired. It's just a little frustration."

[fighting_mad]

She wriggles backward and says a quiet, "Okay. You should go back to sleep. Sorry."

[eiattu_pride]

"Hey, it's okay."

He runs his fingers through his hair, yawning.

"What time is it?"

[fighting_mad]

She checks a chrono on the wall. "1330. You have time to go back to bed," she tells him, and she reaches out and (a little awkwardly) runs her fingers through his hair, too, doing a much better job of smoothing it.

"You're astral. Really, really astral," she says softly. "I don't tell you that enough."

[eiattu_pride]

Well, that's somewhat unexpected.

Rial grins a sleepy grin.

"I don't get tired of hearing it."

[fighting_mad]

Plourr was a Rogue, after all. Do the impossible. Expect the unexpected.

She leans over and wraps her arms around his neck, and she kisses him.

"Sleep," she tells him once she finally pulls back a little.

[eiattu_pride]

"Okay."

Hey, he's not complaining. Lies back down, curling into his pillow.

"G'night."

[fighting_mad]

Plourr presses a light kiss into his hair. "It's not night." She gives a tiny smile. "Good afternoon," she says, and she slides off the bed and leaves, quietly closing the door.

It's time, she decides, for food. She's really, really hungry.



(But no chocolate, thank you very much.)