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Jan. 4th, 2007 12:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
eiattu_prideThe past few days have been quiet, and people are noticing. The princess doesn't say much to her husband, the count doesn't joke anymore or make the princess laugh at inopportune moments. Rumors are floating around of marital non-bliss, and Rial isn't sure whether or not to believe them.
He knows one thing, though. It's getting harder and harder to pretend that there's nothing wrong.
And that's why he's up again. It's 0200 hours and he's sitting on the couch, staring at that wedding holo like he's done for the past few nights. He needs to tell Plourr, needs to talk with her. He knows this.
He can't make himself get off the couch and wake her up.
Maybe tomorrow, he thinks, or maybe the day after.
Maybe never.
He knows one thing, though. It's getting harder and harder to pretend that there's nothing wrong.
And that's why he's up again. It's 0200 hours and he's sitting on the couch, staring at that wedding holo like he's done for the past few nights. He needs to tell Plourr, needs to talk with her. He knows this.
He can't make himself get off the couch and wake her up.
Maybe tomorrow, he thinks, or maybe the day after.
Maybe never.
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Date: 2007-01-04 11:59 pm (UTC)Not fixed, yet.
But better.
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Date: 2007-01-05 12:01 am (UTC)"Rial," Plourr says, eyes closed. "Quit it."
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Date: 2007-01-05 12:04 am (UTC)"As you wish, my princess."
Yeah.
Better.
Rial sleeps with one hand holding her own, and a quiet smile on his face.
Better.