07.18.3013: On Shortcuts
Summary: Giving Soleil some time to adjust to the betrothal announcement, Nitrim checks in on her.
Date: 18 July 2013
Related: Foxxe in a Box
Soleil Nitrim 


Soleil's Apartments - Royal Tower, Landing
This suite is a dreamy wonderland, a fantasy of deep sea wonders or outer space enigmas. Everything is black. The walls, the modern furniture, the floor, the bed and its linens and curtains. Then in the midst of the black, water tanks, full of strange aquatic creatures from the depths of the Havenite oceans. The light of the room is ultraviolet when on at all, and most of the aquatic creatures glow, or pulse light. One of the tanks actually possesses water that seems to itself glow, the bioluminescence of a thousand microscopic lives. It is altogether a stunning display, some dreamed-up conglomeration of different environments that somehow work in harmony. The haunting sound of water echoing, as if in a deep cave, the reflection of rippling water, bluish upon the walls, the chill of space, the captivating wonder of alien worlds.
The suite includes a luxurious bathroom that extends the aquatic theme, a bedchamber, a study that also serves as a sitting and media room. The only part of the suite that departs from the deep sea and outer space mystery is reached via a winding staircase, which leads to a small terrace with a fairytale-like feel. From there, epic views of Landing can be taken in, along with a wonderful view of the stars above at night.
July 18, 3013

No longer given the same degree of scrutiny around the Royal Tower, Nitrim slips away from Ignis after a long day of training to stretch his sore muscles on a journey to find Soleil. Traveling alone with his heavy coat and its hood up and over the top of his head, he again entrances his make a call on his sister, Reena, but then takes a detour on his way there. Stepping quietly towards Soleil's door, he slows as he approaches it. The door beeps, recognizing him, and gives him access to her apartments. A smug grin forms at the corner of his lip. He's a VIP. Making no attempt to conceal himself, but not being loud about it, he slips inside to find her…

Hey, what the fuck! who reprogrammed her door! Well, maybe Soleil did. Or maybe the door has some creepy AI that has learned…

Whatever the case, he makes it inside, and is greeted by the kind of music Soleil likes best. That dark gothy melodic metal with sexy masculine vocals and recognizable riffs. Oh, hey, it's actually that one musician too— the guy she go her picture taken recently with.

Soleil is in her media room. A desk has been opened a few feet back from the giant view screen, and upon it, a large tablet and some old-fashioned retro genuine paper. A few books of the academic variety. Data sheets that appear to be personal profiles span the view screen. Soleil sits amidst it all in her underwear— but one probably shouldn't get too excited, because her underwear is not te kind one puts on for a sexy night out. It's comfort minded. Light cotton with a tny bit of lace, a tank.

The music far too loud, there's no way that Nitrim could have ever been heard entering, nor could he have been able to call out to her and be heard. He is every bit the Hostile scout in its shadowy armor, lurching through the trees, and as he comes to a lean in the doorway to her media room, the blonde Khourni grins a deep, evil grin. Arms folded, he starts to look around the room.

In a moment of rather poor judgment, he leaves the room and heads out into the main of her apartments, disappearing to places unknown. As he returns, he turns his eyes to the wall-screen. They can always feel you looking at them. Instead, he keeps her in his peripheral vision as he creeps across the floor until he comes to a stop at the back of her chair. With careful, precise timing, he reaches out for the back of her tank top and drops a handful of icecubes down the back of it.

"OMIGODSOLEILWHATTHEFUCK!" He barks. That'll get her attention.

All the while, immersed in music and whatever she's doing, Soleil sings obliviously. She has an okay voice. Not star quality, but you wouldn't scream at her to shut up if she were in the shower.

"GODSDAMNIT!" she shrieks, shooting from her chair and jumping. Alas, if only that were all she did. But Nitrim is about to learn another secret about his lady love. The ice is less of a priority than neutralizing a threat. And, whirling on the intruder, she does her best to neutralize. It's a shame that once a hand goes flying, it's so hard to stop it. Especially when you add the adrenaline surge from some charming star-shaped ice cubes.

The hand makes contact with Nitrim, less powerfully than if she were a built man, but it's the stabby fingers that are the real danger. And it's just a very good thing he's so much taller than her. Or….maybe it's not, because she aims low.

Crunch. Well, not exactly a crunch but more of a mash. It's like putting a potato in a bag and then beating it from the outside. However it's spelled, Nitrim's taters get mashed and he slumps forward, reaching to the corner of her chair for support. Clearly not expecting a punch to his Khourni birthrights, he stumbles forward. "—Omifuckin'G-" He gets out before his leg buckles and he starts to tilt towards the floor…taking the chair with him.

With a clatter of bodies and her electronic equipment, Nitrim's back his the floor with a loud, resounding WHAM that rumbles through the walls. Like most men do, he rolls onto his side and brings a knee up and an arm to brace between his legs as he groans quietly…and then he starts to laugh. "God DAMNIT, Soleil…" He manages through the gut-laughing.

Her next priority is to get the ice out, even though she realizes moments after jabbing him that those jewels are significant to the future of Prince Rennic's line. But he is going to need ice, so it's really not the worst thing she can do. She stares at him hard as she whips one arm over her shoulder and the other up her back. %t"What the fuck," she tells Nitrim, continuing to glower. "You'e so lucky I didn't aim for your eye." So she thinks anyway, he may have preferred that.

The ice clatters to the floor and she drops to a kneel to scoop it up. It's then that she leans over him, her hair a pale curtain around her cheeks, and says, "We're off to a great start."

"Oh don't you dare think saying something like that's going to get you out of me getting you for this." Nitrim muses as he rolls onto his back. One eye half-lidded, he brushes a hand over his face, partially through her hair in the process, only to let out a long, cleansing breath. Pain. Ow. He has to bring a knee up slowly to wish away the ache.

"I uh…hope you don't mind me dropping by again like this." He laughs, swallowing hard as he rolls his back, trying to get comfortable on the floor. "That fucking hur—yeah…we're off to a pretty good start. We should probably line the walls with armor plating someday just in case."

"Nhgn," she says eloquently, and then drops to the floor beside him, rubbing her own face as she puts her back to the couch. The fox creeps out from beneath it and immediately begins sniffing at them both. "Oh by the way, that's how hot cock-teases avoid date-rape," she admits, dangling her fingers for the fox. "So what does bring you by? I saw the HNN announcement. You know Rennic still hasn't even called me? Our parents are such assholes."

Reaching to the side, Nitrim's hand presses to just above Soleil's knee. Using her leg for balance, he pushes himself up and starts to scoot back towards the sofa. As he goes, he finds himself stuck…on his long, heavy coat. With a frown, as these things have overcomplicated the situation, he pushes to his feet and shrugs the coat off, careful to turn his side to her for this one.

"That's how cock-teases get it done, huh? All things considered…" He lofts the coat to the sofa and sits down beside her, reaching out for the fox for a scritch behind its ears. "…you just struck a lord, lady. If we were at Volkan I could put you in a cage for that." He winks, leaning shoulder to shoulder with her. He sighs, tilting his head to get a better view of her chin. "Yeah, they're assholes. We should find some way to make them pay dearly for it with an over-extravagant wedding. Trained penguins, Hell If I Know doing an acoustic set, as much gold-leaf as we can find…"

"Hah, you know we're paying for it, by which I mean Emund's paying for it, and trust me he won't notice even if I ride down the aisle on a unicorn," she says, rubbing her neck. She lifts her chin, craning her neck with a sigh. "You need some pain killers?" she asks, her eyes closed.

"Oh, by the way, we're getting a bigger suite so we don't have to share everything. You'll have your own space and everything. So…uhm…I mean unless you just want the suite next to this one. They can install a door between the two." She falls silent, and after a moment her posture slumps, and she emits a deep breath.

"I am having a hell of a time getting used to this."

Nitrim shakes his head. No painkillers.

"So am I." Nitrim admits quietly after a pause, resting his hand squarely on the fox's back. It squirms trying to get back to his hand, sniffing furiously at it. His head slumps back until it bumps the cushion on the couch and then slowly rolls to face her. "I'm going to have to pack up all of my stuff at Volkan at some point and figure what I'm going to do with it. Daliah, my things, all of it. It'll be weird coming home to somewhere new."

"I won't have Bethe and Reena or Victor and Michram to back me up anymore, either. So…" He's losing his family. "…if it's not too much trouble I don't think I'd mind having a shared space. I'll keep out of your hair when you want private time, but I don't have a whole lot of friends in this place."

"Can I ask you a question?" He suddenly asks, looking over to her. "And I want an honest answer, no hard feelings." He pauses for effect. "Is there some part of you that's glad it was me? Because…I'm glad it's you. I'm mad that it wasn't at our request but, with all of this fucked up bullshit going through my head, I'm feeling safe that it's you."

She watches the fox, swatting it's bushy tail. She is kind of a tease but a fox is a playful thing she the little animals seems to be enjoying the attention frm them. "Just because you're going to be a Sauveur they won't have your back?" she asks, but she shrugs and nods. "Yeah. I mean you'll have your own room and office if you want but we'll be sharing the rest. Decide what you want it to be like, I'll let the decorator know."

A bit sleepily, she shifts and puts her arm on the couch, turning her body to half face him and leaning, with the fox between them. "I don't really have friends here either, you know. I barely know any of them and the Evony sisters all have each other. I mean they don't ignore me, but we're not close. Oddly Janelle's the one I am closest to, and then that's…not all it seems."

She leans head head against her arm, on the couch, and lets her eyes drift up to his face. She studies him a moment before she can answer. "I feel confused. Like I can't sort out how I feel. I know I should be happy, because eventually it's probably what I wanted too. And it's what I wanted before, in that little space of time before everything went bad. And I guess there never was any chance of us having time to get our issues sorted and THEN being lucky enough to get put together. Everyone our age is getting married now It's like the war is making our parents rush. So I guess this had to happen now, or never, and never would have hurt. But none of that changes how I feel. Confused. Maybe it's the proloft. It's making me sleepy all the time too. Probably a good idea to quit."

Reaching out across the short distance between them, Nitrim affectionately runs a finger over the outline of her ribs over the thin material of her tank top. Eyes meeting hers, he sighs softly once more and his expression slackens into sentimentality. As if dragging the finger slowly down a ridged plane, his fingertip softly thumps down to the next rib as he considers her.

"I'm going to make you happy, Soleil." Nitrim finally says, eyes hardening enough to show that he means it, or at least he thinks he does. "I know things weren't very good not too long ago and that none of this clears over in a month, but…I just want you to know that this wedding changes nothing. I told you I was going to be more responsible, and if being married to you is my responsibility, then I'm going to do that responsibly, too." He smirks wryly. "I'm not going to ask you to trust me. I won't have to ask you to. That's your call to make."

She gazes at him with a calm, extremely muted smile, still leaning on her arm. Contact with her body might reveal that she's lost weight since their last intimate night, and she really shouldn't have.

"I don't want to punish you or make you do penance. I hope you realize that. It's just…" She lifts her eyes and gazes upwards to the ceiling, inhaling deeply.

"I don't like /people/. I don't trust people. And I especially don't trust men. I mean you'll meet Rennic and then see why. Like I said before you found a shortcut, but…that's just…not going to work now. And I'm worried you'll get tired of trying. But it's not so much because you messed up so badly. It's that men in general— you're just asses. And…" She twists a wry smile, but there's a dismal quality to it.

"I haven't been fucked over by a man before you. Because I never let one get anywhere near close enough. I think I have one more chance in me to give to the male sex, and then I am totally going girl."

For as raw as her joke to him is, Nitrim can't help but laugh a little bit. Her going girl. There's a scant roll of his eyes, but the joke isn't lost on Nitrim as his fingertip thuds down another of her ribs. Rather than seem to be creeping down suggestively, he reaches for her face.

"You were wrong to trust me back then." Nitrim admits. "I wanted you to trust me because you took a shortcut with me, too, but in all fairness…I never was one to give a fuck about other people, save for my brothers and sisters. Everyone else was expendable and when I asked you the first time, that was…reckless."

"But now," Nitrim continues. "You're going to be married to me whether you want it or not, but just between you and I they don't have to know the truth about this. We're not ready yet; neither am I. This is happening too fast. In the end it might be what we want, but until then…in our apartments, it's up to us to decide if you want to be my wife, okay? I'd rather fucking earn it that have it dumped on me."

Without asking, Nitrim leans in and softly brushes his lips against hers. It's a gentle, romantic sweep with his lower lip lingering for just a moment against hers, stuck in place, before he leans back, rocking just enough as if he means to stand. It's getting late.

For as raw as her joke to him is, Nitrim can't help but laugh a little bit. Her going girl. There's a scant roll of his eyes, but the joke isn't lost on Nitrim as his fingertip thuds down another of her ribs. Rather than seem to be creeping down suggestively, he reaches for her face.

"You were wrong to trust me back then." Nitrim admits. "I wanted you to trust me because you took a shortcut with me, too, but in all fairness…I never was one to give a fuck about other people, save for my brothers and sisters. Everyone else was expendable and when I asked you the first time, that was…reckless. I meant it, I know I did, but—" He shakes his head, brow furrowing. "We were moving so fast."

"But now," Nitrim continues. "You're going to be married to me whether you want it or not, but just between you and I they don't have to know the truth about this. We're not ready yet; neither am I. This is happening too fast. In the end it might be what we want, but until then…in our apartments, it's up to us to decide if you want to be my wife, okay? I'd rather fucking earn it that have it dumped on me."

Without asking, Nitrim leans in and softly brushes his lips against hers. It's a gentle, romantic sweep with his lower lip lingering for just a moment against hers, stuck in place, before he leans back, rocking just enough as if he means to stand. It's getting late.

Raw words for her too, the truth that the whole thing is difficult for both of them, that it's not necessarily solely a matter of him needing to win her. A little frightening, maybe.

Maybe it shows on her face a little, an echo of the terrible expression he'd seen in the solarium after he told her there was 'someone else'. She bites the corner of her lip, her brow furrowing though her face relaxes when he leans in. Their lips brush— for now she offers nothing more. When he pulls back she lets out a somewhat ragged sigh.

She rises with him, and looks around. The fox darts off to bound into her faux den. After a moment Soleil looks back at him.

"Let's try things…proper for a bit. From scratch maybe." She wants him to go, it seems, and yet she softens the intimation by offering him a muted smile again. "It'll be good. I want to start with missing you."

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