[Rilan's family is not the ruling family, but they are the planet's heroes, conquerors extraordinaire. His mother, father, and two older brothers have performed heroic acts on behalf of their people, and have proven instrumental to the successful infiltration and acquisition of three planets through their joint efforts. They are fierce and proud, and exemplify all that it means to be Barrithian.
They are terrifying.
Rilen is family, and for that reason he has less to fear from them than others, but being bound by blood makes it impossible for him to escape the unpleasantness of the association. Every year that passes is another one that grows more difficult to put them off as they try to urge, coerce, and demand his compliance when he is told to follow in their footsteps. The frustrating and alarmingly intense meetings go no where only through Rilan's stubbornness, and in the last several months they have each in their own way slipped and let their disdain for his very un-Barrithian point of view.
He feels certain that he was the one offered up as the sacrificial lamb to this arranged marriage as a punishment and softening technique. It's an insult to him to make him marry a human, that which they consider a lower life-form. It's his mother's belief that after a year of marriage, he'll beg to return to Barrith under any terms. He has shown absolutely no emotion as the arrangements were made, keeping a cool exterior to give them all the impression that he is unhappy with his fate. They would surely choose someone else if they learned that not only does he not share the same opinion of humankind that the rest of his planet does, but that he considers this marriage an escape from the world and people he has never truly fit in with.
He has no doubts that his bride-to-be may have some misgivings about him. He hasn't been particularly conversational during their short interactions from afar, mainly to continue hiding his true feelings during communications that were surely being monitored by his people. But now, standing on Pollox V's soil, dressed in a simple white shirt and a pair of deep blue slacks that mirror the faint blue tones of his hair, he cannot help but look forward to meeting the woman he'll marry.
Marriage has never been something he considered for himself, not with how much his own views and personality would clash with any of the women of his planet, and so he goes into this meeting both optimistic and a bit at a loss for how it will work out for them both. It's his intention, at least, to not give her any reason to have regrets about the alliance they will symbolize.
His eyes scan for Sola as he is escorted out onto the terrace, and when his gaze settles on her form, his heart skips a beat. She's beautiful, yes, but there's something incredible and surreal about this first meeting. Quietly, he crosses the distance to stand at the terrace's edge with her, a few feet away.]
[ sola has done as much research as she can on the matter, up to date with the political situation abroad. whiles he is not of the royal family, her family is aristocratic and sola is a public, influential figure. the marriage itself is nothing new, though it jettisons her from the realm of politician into celebrity and that has left a strange taste in her mouth, scrolling past "news" tidbits gossiping on what her wedding dress might look like, who the groom will be, with some chatter on relationships from her past.
it's exhausting.
today is a balm, at the very least, with her favorite orange tea brewed with treats carrying notes of sweetness and citrus, all very much native to pollux v. they are left alone for the most part as well with guards further along the perimeter and staff down the corridor. today will be good. sola will make sure of it.
when rilan makes himself known, she turns slightly, a smile on her face. there's a respectful distance between them which she is grateful for, though she does bow her head in greeting. ] I hope it will be a view you will come to enjoy as much as possible, [ she returns optimistically. it is a marriage of convenience, of course, but she will at least ensure that he is as comfortable as one can be when made to leave their own home.
though she suspects he might welcome the change if what she heard is correct. ]
[Rilan had not missed the table already prepared for his arrival, and while he's curious to try what the native food of this planet is, what will be the food he enjoys in the future, his interest is still primarily on the young woman he's come to stand near.
He inclines his head to her as she does the same, and offers her a faint smile in greeting. There doesn't seem to be any reason to hide his interest in her, after all, this is the first time they have met, so he does not. She looks just like the photographs, and the holo vid, but there is a certain vibrant quality that gets lost in translation of reality to technology. For a Barrithian, she is human. But for a human, she is stunning, and already he finds her presence enjoyable. Something in her voice, or the way she holds herself...
Her distinctly un-Barrithian qualities make her very appealing.]
I have absolutely no doubts that I will. [Pollux V is not Barrith. It already has everything to recommend it. Turning, he reaches out to offer his hand to shake, a gesture of equals.] While you already know my name and a little about me, let introduce myself officially. My name is Rilan, of the Dareth family, soon to be of the Primarch family.
[And oh, isn't he delighted to be able to say that. Leaving behind his family name for hers will be excellent. As part of a political marriage he can hardly cut ties with the planet and people who put him here to begin with, but what distance he can gain from them he'll do so with eagerness.]
[ there was a time when people had no such access to images of their betrothed, having to rely on word of mouth and artistic renderings. it feels less foreign to her, being able to look at him now, a stranger but not, and she has to find a little bit of comfort there. while she is known for her honest diplomacy on the union floor, she still tries to put on a brave face, not wanting to make a poor first impression today. ( of course, her reputation surely precedes her anyway. )
as young as she looks and is, she holds herself confidently with a straight posture, shoulders back, chin lifted just so, and only relaxes subtly when rilan extends a hand for her to shake. her palm presses against his and she feels warm. ]
It is a pleasure to finally meet you, Rilan. [husband. and doesn't he sound pleased about it!
that's just enough to get sola to crack a more natural smile, wine-red lips curving upward. her hand leaves his only for her to gesture to the table set for them both. ] Please, let me pour you a drink.
[He likes the note of honesty in her tone as she replies. She means it when she says that it's a pleasure to meet him, something that follows through with a genuine smile from her. He decides that he likes the way her lips look curved up like that, and hopes that she's given to smiling often, or at least that she might be inclined to do so for a husband.
Even if they were matched together by politics first and foremost.]
The feeling is mutual, and yes, I'd love a drink. Am I smelling something like oranges, or is that my imagination?
[He walks where she gestures, taking a seat only because he's not certain if she'd welcome him holding her seat out for her. Can she pour him a drink easily from across that table, or will she need to stand to do it? He decides it's easier to let her host however is easier for her, and sits with his back to the open doors behind him. A sign of trust, to turn his back on an opening that could allow any number of people through with him at a visual disadvantage.
Still, on the other side, it does also mean he sits between Sola and any potential threat. He may not want to conquer worlds, but it does not mean he not warrior-trained, or unwilling to fight.]
Would you mind if I asked you a somewhat blunt question to start things off?
It's what we're best known for, the Pollux citrus trees.
[ after moving to the table, she takes a seat first, surprised by pleased to see his choice of seating. interesting there is no such threat to either of them here, but she appreciates the gesture nonetheless.
firmly grasping the teapot handle, she easily lifts it, serving him from where she sits across the table, lips frowning slightly in concentration. sola has had much training on table service in diplomacy school and her hand is as steady as ever. the orange scent is more fragrant now and after she sets the pot aside, she pushes the sugars and honey closer to him if he wants to add more flavor to his tea.
the question he asks amuses her though she raises her eyebrows at the suddenness of it. ]
[It may be what they are best known for, but Rilan doubts that the citrus trees are what convinced the Barrithian nation to come to Pollux V's aid. No doubt there are resources here, minerals or power sources or technology that has been requested in return for their support.
But Rilan pushes his mind away from that, instead regarding the woman sitting across from him. She's graceful in her movements, enough so that he decides it cannot all be from practice. He gauges her reactions to his question, the lift of eyebrows, and knows it is unexpected, but him taking things off the normal track of getting-to-know-you conversations doesn't seem to perturb her. Either it doesn't bother her, or she is skilled in hiding her reactions. Perhaps both.
He notes, also, that when he asked if she would mind a blunt question, her response was not whether or not it would, but rather giving him permission to do so. Interesting.]
I was wondering if instead of engaging in polite small-talk to ease into our acquaintance, you might appreciate or even prefer that we begin at the heart of our arrangement with more forthright and open honesty.
[Not everyone is comfortable with it, but Sola is, by profession if not at heart, a politician. It's possible she would enjoy a more veiled conversation to pick apart later for nuggets of information given unwittingly, but at the same time he thinks she may also enjoy a rare moment of plain speaking. It's uncomfortable for some, he knows, but it's also the one element of Barrithian social conditioning that actually took with him. So, in a way, it's his first offer of really introducing her to who he is.]
[ if they're to be married, sola supposes that they wouldn't progress as far as they should if they kept to casual conversation. they should connect on some level even if they never fall in love. love was for other people.
she pours herself tea, focusing on the orange and amber liquid filling her teacup, a few tiny blossoms slipping through the spout. listening to him, her mouth twitches as she spoons a pinch of sugar into her drink, stirring it carefully before taking the cup in her hands. given her disposition, given her lifetime of training, being thrown for a loop is nothing new to her and her feathers remain unruffled. ]
I greatly value honesty. While many things take a more ... delicate touch, [ she chuckles dryly, pausing to take a sip, letting the warmth of the tea soothe her, ] I also greatly appreciate candor.
[Rilan waits until she's served herself before reaching for his own tea. He hasn't sweetened it yet, preferring to taste it on its own. It's light, and the citrus flavor is pleasant, but he thinks some honey wouldn't be amiss and drizzles a little in to what is left in the cup. Her response makes this conversation feel promising, and he offers her an easier smile as he nods.]
I tend more toward extreme candor normally, which is something you should keep in mind if you have any questions for me, but I'll see if I can manage both.
[There is information he needs to share with her, not just about himself but about the truth of the nature of his people, how they regard this arrangement and himself, and what that means for her. He wants to learn about her as well, of course, but he is hoping that his own willingness to speak frankly will encourage her to do the same.]
I think I'd like to start by saying that I am here not only willingly, but glad to be selected to leave Barrith and settle here on Pollux V. I have no aspirations of becoming a political power here, nor of representing my people's best interests or working on their behalf while here. Pollux V will become my home, and as my betrothed, soon to be wife, you can expect that I will instead do my best to support you, your career, and the planet you call home as best I'm able. [He pauses a beat, then adds:] I did not leave any romantic partner behind, and did not have to give up hope of finding one back home.
[For all that he starts out of the gate with clear statements with no real personal impact, his tone shifts slightly as he continues. After he takes another sip of tea.]
You should not take any of this as a sign that my loyalty is easily shifted, but rather that my own people did nothing to earn it from me in the first place. But then, I've always been an outlier among them.
[ none of it surprises her, the nature of his approach, the way he presents and explains himself. sola had done her own research after teams of people attempted to prepare her as quickly and solidly as they possibly could before the date. she sits up straighter in her seat and her hands remain curved around the cup before her.
she makes several mental notes to file away for further analysis later, allowing them to marinate for a bit. a part of her wants to doubt his eagerness to abandon his home planet. but then again, not everyone benefits from their home, nor do they carry in their hearts the same love that she has for her own planet.
until that added reassurance. goodness, he came prepared. ]
Surely, the stars cannot have aligned this perfectly for us both, [ she comments lightly, lifting the cup to her lips again. ] To think that a partner with such qualities has almost fallen into my lap.
To be honest, since we're being honest, I was surprised it was your people who made the offer.
[If he's prepared it's because he's had a lifetime of processing the way he feels about his own people, his life, and how very, very much he does not fit in. He's had a long flight to think about this, and no over-abundance of pride to make him think of holding back the less flattering truths.]
Your surprise is understandable. My people have not bothered to hide how they regard other planets and people of the galaxy. They're in the business of conquering and exploiting, not saving.
[If you are not Barrithian, you are lesser. Period.]
The only thing that would move them to intervene like they are would be if there were some major advantage to the arrangement for them. That they'd offer up one of their own as a sacrifice, in an attempt to preemptively make it harder to break the alliance, must mean there is something they want badly from you or this planet. Something they cannot get without your planet's willing assistance, and probably something that you would not easily offer up.
[He'll figure out what it is, no doubt with Sola's help, and do everything he can to keep it from them. Not out of spite, of course, but just because it's the smartest thing to do. If they want it so badly they're willing to intermingle Barrithian blood with human...
You are quick to prove yourself with that kind of information.
[ she nods, almost approvingly, touching the tips of her fingers to her cheek without resting her elbow on the table. this is a lot of process, though the notion itself hadn't been far from her trains of thought. to have that confirmation ...
it does feel good to have the upper hand at least. ]
We will – I will ensure that you remain safe through all of this.
[ sola provides her best, genuine smile to reassure him from behind her teacup. ]
[The smile doesn't make his heart skip a beat, he does not suddenly find himself enchanted by her, but there is sincerity he recognizes at once. Honesty in her tone. That gives him hope that she is hearing him, rather than playing politician at their breakfast.
Even if politics are at the heart of their discussion in the moment.]
I would accept that you will do your best.
[He would not, cannot take a guarantee.]
I am curious how you're feeling about this arrangement. What you think of it. [He pauses a beat, before adding:] If there are things you already know you do or do not want in our marriage, I would hear that also.
[Rilan's tone gives his words the quality of invitation rather than a demand. In asking at all, he offers up that already he has considered that there may be only certain aspects or dynamics of marriage that she would want between them.]
[ sola nods and leans against the backrest, gazing somewhere over rilan's shoulder as she considers his question. there is the response of the diplomat: setting the foundations for a powerful partnership, communication. and there is the response of the future wife: hopes for affection someday, honesty, teamwork.
this is surely a promising start and sola certainly won't protest that. he is willing to listen to her and offer her his help, putting everything else above the needs of his own people who he is ready to leave behind. ]
I wish to be more than mere partners with you. Granted, I am the one in the political position, but I want to – be close. To be honest and communicative. I know there is a lot that will be asked of us, but I also want to be clear that you do not have to be my bedmate. I would just need you to stand at my side.
[Rilan hadn't been sure if he should be the one to bring up the other aspects of marriage first, because after all it is a marriage, not just a mere partnership. The fact that it's arranged just means that certain aspects of it cannot be assumed as a given.
His expression softens a little, losing some of the stiffness it had before as his lips curve up bit by bit. The important part here is that she wants this to be more than just a marriage in name, or a political partner, and while Rilan has many thoughts on that, it's the last part that has him lifting an eyebrow.]
What if I want to be invited to your bed?
[There's absolutely no denying that Sola is beautiful, and Rilan would admit at once if asked that he is absolutely attracted to her. He's been behaving themselves because they are strangers, but there is a lightness and shift in his tone that suggests that an invitation is something he would absolutely want, if she wanted to offer one.]
You're not the only one who wants to be close. To have more than an amicable partner ship, if something could develop between us. I wouldn't expect or demand privileges but I'd welcome any you offered.
[ sola doesn't quite smile but does raise her eyebrows in interest when her gaze settles on him again. this is meant to be a frank conversation after all. ] I will remember you said that.
[ when she is ready, of course. though considering how quickly she reaches for another sip of her tea, it may happen faster than even she expects. ( and besides, breaking any sexual tension will surely help them build the foundations of their relationship. ) hmm. yes, thoughts of the two of them drifting – no, working towards more sound very attractive. and not just because it has been a while since she has been intimate with anyone. there's no mistaking that he is attractive in his own right. ]
Perhaps an invitation someday, [ sola eventually adds with the tiniest of smiles, small hands still curled around the teacup. ]
[Rilan is not in a rush, and has no interest in forcing chemistry or a desire for physical intimacy that isn't there. But he enjoys the way she responds to him. The words she offers and what he can read between them.
He notes the small nuanced reactions in her body language and slowly reaches for his cup as well to take a slow, measured sip of his tea. If there is heat in his eyes, it is carefully banked not to show too much too soon.]
Until then, I'd welcome...a friendship between us. One based on not true trust and respect for each other. One where were could build a life for ourselves together?
[ more than colleagues, more than friends, more than lovers. perhaps some combination of the two. it's something she might reluctantly look forward to if it weren't a sudden political move in order to preserve the country from falling under a militaristic rule. the voices of dissent have never liked their ways of candor, of negotiation and peacekeeping, finding the processes too long, with too many hoops to jump through.
at risk of looking as if they are throwing their values out the window for the sake of maintaining power, sola had worried about what her marriage would look like to the general public. but talking to rilan, she feels at ease that they would be able to keep the fighting at bay. they are bolstered.
she nods slowly. ] I rather like the sound of that. [ and she means it, leaning forward again, carefully observing the slightest change in his gaze. ] We will make this work.
[It feels very optimistic to speak of such things. Trust. Respect. Hope for a life together. It goes against everything that his people value for themselves.
And yet, it is what he wants for himself. He's not a dragon of ambition, and he doubts very much that a marriage to Sola will change that. She may be in politics but Rilan has no interest in it for himself. He only hopes that it does not drag her down or hinder her somehow as time progresses.]
We will.
[He lifts his cup of tea to toast with hers.]
Would it be too cliche or cheesy to toast to our next chapter?
[His bride-to-be is an intelligent woman, that much he knows. She is beautiful, yes, and he thinks that she must be clever to hold the position she does. Selfishly, he can only see that he gains in this situation. The possibility of something deeper than a mere arrangement certainly makes his breath catch in his throat as well. He never thought to want before now.
The toast will likely not bring them luck, but it costs nothing to take that chance, hoping it will anyway.]
With just the two of us? I do not think it cheesy at all.
[ sola isn't terribly sentimental. she has always been a pragmatist after all, never wanting to set her level head off-balance with meaningless things. but this should be special, regardless of the actions that set their marriage into motion.
toasting with tea – perhaps it would be considered unusual, but she rather likes the idea of raising a cup of the sweet orange blossom brew to the next chapter as he says. she lifts her hand and scoots forward on the chair to better reach him across the table. ]
To us. To our future. To the unknown.
[ but she still gestures to him if he would like to add anything to that, the tone of her voice allowing for a continuation rather than sounding final. ]
It's the first time he's been part of an "us" that he doesn't mind.
The extension of partnership in those words pleases him more than he thought they would. He watches her, closer to her now than she was before, and keeps his cup aloft as he responds.]
To becoming something better together than we were apart. To our potential. To us.
[His glass clinks gently against hers before he draws it back to drink deeply of the tea, finishing it as a symbol of his commitment to the things they've toasted.]
[ she likes the sound of that, the idea of unity. this brief conversation makes her feel a little more at ease when she thinks about the day she walks down the aisle, more spectacle than what she would prefer, yet what the public would want and be impressed by. they toast to their future and sola drinks.
setting her cup down, she reaches for a biscuit, nudging the tower of treats towards him with a little eager smile. ]
[He doesn't wish to downplay Sola's compliment, but Rilan's eyes slip down at the compliment, though his lips maintain their smile.]
Perhaps I won't do so poorly as a politician's husband then.
[Rilan does, however, reach forward to take not just one treat off the plate but two. They both go onto his plate, and he picks up one of them and takes at bite at once. They are, to no surprise, delicious, and he makes the appropriate sound of enjoyment as he takes a second bite.]
Will you tell me a little about yourself? Things that don't have to do with your work or the arrangement of our upcoming nuptials?
[ she pauses to finish her chew. her private life isn't something she often discusses with... well, anyone really. her life is her job and she has been training for this for most of her youth. ]
I am very fond of fashion, [ she admits almost shyly (almost). ] Beyond keeping up appearances for the public, I enjoy shopping and accessorizing. I also am an avid reader, even beyond what I must consume for my day to day, to keep my brain active. I admit that I do not have any exciting hobbies, but those are two things I very much enjoy.
[ she daintily takes another bite of her lemon iced biscuit. ] I did not have a typical childhood as I had been chosen amongst the other aristocratic families to attend diplomacy school.
[He does not mock her for her love of fashion and accessorizing. It's nothing he's had a particular interest in, but he appreciates how she looks now and thinks it wouldn't be a bad thing to learn something from her.
Listening with clear interest, he snacks on some of the treats on offer, tasting a second with enjoyment as he holds eye contact with her.]
I enjoy reading a great deal also. Fiction and non-fiction. I've never had any interest in fashion but I would appreciate your input if there are any trends you think I should follow.
[He wipes his hand on his napkin before pouring more tea for himself, this time sweetening it with a little sugar.]
But diplomacy school...was it a boarding school? And was it the subject matter that made it atypical or something else?
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Date: 2020-05-17 02:05 am (UTC)They are terrifying.
Rilen is family, and for that reason he has less to fear from them than others, but being bound by blood makes it impossible for him to escape the unpleasantness of the association. Every year that passes is another one that grows more difficult to put them off as they try to urge, coerce, and demand his compliance when he is told to follow in their footsteps. The frustrating and alarmingly intense meetings go no where only through Rilan's stubbornness, and in the last several months they have each in their own way slipped and let their disdain for his very un-Barrithian point of view.
He feels certain that he was the one offered up as the sacrificial lamb to this arranged marriage as a punishment and softening technique. It's an insult to him to make him marry a human, that which they consider a lower life-form. It's his mother's belief that after a year of marriage, he'll beg to return to Barrith under any terms. He has shown absolutely no emotion as the arrangements were made, keeping a cool exterior to give them all the impression that he is unhappy with his fate. They would surely choose someone else if they learned that not only does he not share the same opinion of humankind that the rest of his planet does, but that he considers this marriage an escape from the world and people he has never truly fit in with.
He has no doubts that his bride-to-be may have some misgivings about him. He hasn't been particularly conversational during their short interactions from afar, mainly to continue hiding his true feelings during communications that were surely being monitored by his people. But now, standing on Pollox V's soil, dressed in a simple white shirt and a pair of deep blue slacks that mirror the faint blue tones of his hair, he cannot help but look forward to meeting the woman he'll marry.
Marriage has never been something he considered for himself, not with how much his own views and personality would clash with any of the women of his planet, and so he goes into this meeting both optimistic and a bit at a loss for how it will work out for them both. It's his intention, at least, to not give her any reason to have regrets about the alliance they will symbolize.
His eyes scan for Sola as he is escorted out onto the terrace, and when his gaze settles on her form, his heart skips a beat. She's beautiful, yes, but there's something incredible and surreal about this first meeting. Quietly, he crosses the distance to stand at the terrace's edge with her, a few feet away.]
The view is stunning.
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Date: 2020-05-17 03:58 am (UTC)it's exhausting.
today is a balm, at the very least, with her favorite orange tea brewed with treats carrying notes of sweetness and citrus, all very much native to pollux v. they are left alone for the most part as well with guards further along the perimeter and staff down the corridor. today will be good. sola will make sure of it.
when rilan makes himself known, she turns slightly, a smile on her face. there's a respectful distance between them which she is grateful for, though she does bow her head in greeting. ] I hope it will be a view you will come to enjoy as much as possible, [ she returns optimistically. it is a marriage of convenience, of course, but she will at least ensure that he is as comfortable as one can be when made to leave their own home.
though she suspects he might welcome the change if what she heard is correct. ]
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Date: 2020-05-17 04:19 am (UTC)He inclines his head to her as she does the same, and offers her a faint smile in greeting. There doesn't seem to be any reason to hide his interest in her, after all, this is the first time they have met, so he does not. She looks just like the photographs, and the holo vid, but there is a certain vibrant quality that gets lost in translation of reality to technology. For a Barrithian, she is human. But for a human, she is stunning, and already he finds her presence enjoyable. Something in her voice, or the way she holds herself...
Her distinctly un-Barrithian qualities make her very appealing.]
I have absolutely no doubts that I will. [Pollux V is not Barrith. It already has everything to recommend it. Turning, he reaches out to offer his hand to shake, a gesture of equals.] While you already know my name and a little about me, let introduce myself officially. My name is Rilan, of the Dareth family, soon to be of the Primarch family.
[And oh, isn't he delighted to be able to say that. Leaving behind his family name for hers will be excellent. As part of a political marriage he can hardly cut ties with the planet and people who put him here to begin with, but what distance he can gain from them he'll do so with eagerness.]
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Date: 2020-05-17 06:46 am (UTC)as young as she looks and is, she holds herself confidently with a straight posture, shoulders back, chin lifted just so, and only relaxes subtly when rilan extends a hand for her to shake. her palm presses against his and she feels warm. ]
It is a pleasure to finally meet you, Rilan. [ husband. and doesn't he sound pleased about it!
that's just enough to get sola to crack a more natural smile, wine-red lips curving upward. her hand leaves his only for her to gesture to the table set for them both. ] Please, let me pour you a drink.
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Date: 2020-05-17 07:08 am (UTC)Even if they were matched together by politics first and foremost.]
The feeling is mutual, and yes, I'd love a drink. Am I smelling something like oranges, or is that my imagination?
[He walks where she gestures, taking a seat only because he's not certain if she'd welcome him holding her seat out for her. Can she pour him a drink easily from across that table, or will she need to stand to do it? He decides it's easier to let her host however is easier for her, and sits with his back to the open doors behind him. A sign of trust, to turn his back on an opening that could allow any number of people through with him at a visual disadvantage.
Still, on the other side, it does also mean he sits between Sola and any potential threat. He may not want to conquer worlds, but it does not mean he not warrior-trained, or unwilling to fight.]
Would you mind if I asked you a somewhat blunt question to start things off?
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Date: 2020-05-18 01:59 am (UTC)[ after moving to the table, she takes a seat first, surprised by pleased to see his choice of seating. interesting there is no such threat to either of them here, but she appreciates the gesture nonetheless.
firmly grasping the teapot handle, she easily lifts it, serving him from where she sits across the table, lips frowning slightly in concentration. sola has had much training on table service in diplomacy school and her hand is as steady as ever. the orange scent is more fragrant now and after she sets the pot aside, she pushes the sugars and honey closer to him if he wants to add more flavor to his tea.
the question he asks amuses her though she raises her eyebrows at the suddenness of it. ]
Yes, you may.
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Date: 2020-05-18 03:14 am (UTC)But Rilan pushes his mind away from that, instead regarding the woman sitting across from him. She's graceful in her movements, enough so that he decides it cannot all be from practice. He gauges her reactions to his question, the lift of eyebrows, and knows it is unexpected, but him taking things off the normal track of getting-to-know-you conversations doesn't seem to perturb her. Either it doesn't bother her, or she is skilled in hiding her reactions. Perhaps both.
He notes, also, that when he asked if she would mind a blunt question, her response was not whether or not it would, but rather giving him permission to do so. Interesting.]
I was wondering if instead of engaging in polite small-talk to ease into our acquaintance, you might appreciate or even prefer that we begin at the heart of our arrangement with more forthright and open honesty.
[Not everyone is comfortable with it, but Sola is, by profession if not at heart, a politician. It's possible she would enjoy a more veiled conversation to pick apart later for nuggets of information given unwittingly, but at the same time he thinks she may also enjoy a rare moment of plain speaking. It's uncomfortable for some, he knows, but it's also the one element of Barrithian social conditioning that actually took with him. So, in a way, it's his first offer of really introducing her to who he is.]
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Date: 2020-05-22 10:17 pm (UTC)she pours herself tea, focusing on the orange and amber liquid filling her teacup, a few tiny blossoms slipping through the spout. listening to him, her mouth twitches as she spoons a pinch of sugar into her drink, stirring it carefully before taking the cup in her hands. given her disposition, given her lifetime of training, being thrown for a loop is nothing new to her and her feathers remain unruffled. ]
I greatly value honesty. While many things take a more ... delicate touch, [ she chuckles dryly, pausing to take a sip, letting the warmth of the tea soothe her, ] I also greatly appreciate candor.
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Date: 2020-05-23 01:25 am (UTC)I tend more toward extreme candor normally, which is something you should keep in mind if you have any questions for me, but I'll see if I can manage both.
[There is information he needs to share with her, not just about himself but about the truth of the nature of his people, how they regard this arrangement and himself, and what that means for her. He wants to learn about her as well, of course, but he is hoping that his own willingness to speak frankly will encourage her to do the same.]
I think I'd like to start by saying that I am here not only willingly, but glad to be selected to leave Barrith and settle here on Pollux V. I have no aspirations of becoming a political power here, nor of representing my people's best interests or working on their behalf while here. Pollux V will become my home, and as my betrothed, soon to be wife, you can expect that I will instead do my best to support you, your career, and the planet you call home as best I'm able. [He pauses a beat, then adds:] I did not leave any romantic partner behind, and did not have to give up hope of finding one back home.
[For all that he starts out of the gate with clear statements with no real personal impact, his tone shifts slightly as he continues. After he takes another sip of tea.]
You should not take any of this as a sign that my loyalty is easily shifted, but rather that my own people did nothing to earn it from me in the first place. But then, I've always been an outlier among them.
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Date: 2020-05-23 05:25 am (UTC)she makes several mental notes to file away for further analysis later, allowing them to marinate for a bit. a part of her wants to doubt his eagerness to abandon his home planet. but then again, not everyone benefits from their home, nor do they carry in their hearts the same love that she has for her own planet.
until that added reassurance. goodness, he came prepared. ]
Surely, the stars cannot have aligned this perfectly for us both, [ she comments lightly, lifting the cup to her lips again. ] To think that a partner with such qualities has almost fallen into my lap.
To be honest, since we're being honest, I was surprised it was your people who made the offer.
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Date: 2020-05-23 06:28 am (UTC)Your surprise is understandable. My people have not bothered to hide how they regard other planets and people of the galaxy. They're in the business of conquering and exploiting, not saving.
[If you are not Barrithian, you are lesser. Period.]
The only thing that would move them to intervene like they are would be if there were some major advantage to the arrangement for them. That they'd offer up one of their own as a sacrifice, in an attempt to preemptively make it harder to break the alliance, must mean there is something they want badly from you or this planet. Something they cannot get without your planet's willing assistance, and probably something that you would not easily offer up.
[He'll figure out what it is, no doubt with Sola's help, and do everything he can to keep it from them. Not out of spite, of course, but just because it's the smartest thing to do. If they want it so badly they're willing to intermingle Barrithian blood with human...
The possible implications are alarming.]
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Date: 2020-05-25 08:43 pm (UTC)[ she nods, almost approvingly, touching the tips of her fingers to her cheek without resting her elbow on the table. this is a lot of process, though the notion itself hadn't been far from her trains of thought. to have that confirmation ...
it does feel good to have the upper hand at least. ]
We will – I will ensure that you remain safe through all of this.
[ sola provides her best, genuine smile to reassure him from behind her teacup. ]
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Date: 2020-06-02 05:33 am (UTC)Even if politics are at the heart of their discussion in the moment.]
I would accept that you will do your best.
[He would not, cannot take a guarantee.]
I am curious how you're feeling about this arrangement. What you think of it. [He pauses a beat, before adding:] If there are things you already know you do or do not want in our marriage, I would hear that also.
[Rilan's tone gives his words the quality of invitation rather than a demand. In asking at all, he offers up that already he has considered that there may be only certain aspects or dynamics of marriage that she would want between them.]
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Date: 2020-06-04 03:16 am (UTC)this is surely a promising start and sola certainly won't protest that. he is willing to listen to her and offer her his help, putting everything else above the needs of his own people who he is ready to leave behind. ]
I wish to be more than mere partners with you. Granted, I am the one in the political position, but I want to – be close. To be honest and communicative. I know there is a lot that will be asked of us, but I also want to be clear that you do not have to be my bedmate. I would just need you to stand at my side.
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Date: 2020-06-04 03:40 am (UTC)His expression softens a little, losing some of the stiffness it had before as his lips curve up bit by bit. The important part here is that she wants this to be more than just a marriage in name, or a political partner, and while Rilan has many thoughts on that, it's the last part that has him lifting an eyebrow.]
What if I want to be invited to your bed?
[There's absolutely no denying that Sola is beautiful, and Rilan would admit at once if asked that he is absolutely attracted to her. He's been behaving themselves because they are strangers, but there is a lightness and shift in his tone that suggests that an invitation is something he would absolutely want, if she wanted to offer one.]
You're not the only one who wants to be close. To have more than an amicable partner ship, if something could develop between us. I wouldn't expect or demand privileges but I'd welcome any you offered.
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Date: 2020-06-04 04:13 am (UTC)[ when she is ready, of course. though considering how quickly she reaches for another sip of her tea, it may happen faster than even she expects.
( and besides, breaking any sexual tension will surely help them build the foundations of their relationship. ) hmm. yes, thoughts of the two of them drifting – no, working towards more sound very attractive. and not just because it has been a while since she has been intimate with anyone. there's no mistaking that he is attractive in his own right. ]
Perhaps an invitation someday, [ sola eventually adds with the tiniest of smiles, small hands still curled around the teacup. ]
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Date: 2020-06-04 04:36 am (UTC)He notes the small nuanced reactions in her body language and slowly reaches for his cup as well to take a slow, measured sip of his tea. If there is heat in his eyes, it is carefully banked not to show too much too soon.]
Until then, I'd welcome...a friendship between us. One based on not true trust and respect for each other. One where were could build a life for ourselves together?
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Date: 2020-06-05 03:18 am (UTC)at risk of looking as if they are throwing their values out the window for the sake of maintaining power, sola had worried about what her marriage would look like to the general public. but talking to rilan, she feels at ease that they would be able to keep the fighting at bay. they are bolstered.
she nods slowly. ] I rather like the sound of that. [ and she means it, leaning forward again, carefully observing the slightest change in his gaze. ] We will make this work.
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Date: 2020-06-06 03:39 am (UTC)And yet, it is what he wants for himself. He's not a dragon of ambition, and he doubts very much that a marriage to Sola will change that. She may be in politics but Rilan has no interest in it for himself. He only hopes that it does not drag her down or hinder her somehow as time progresses.]
We will.
[He lifts his cup of tea to toast with hers.]
Would it be too cliche or cheesy to toast to our next chapter?
[His bride-to-be is an intelligent woman, that much he knows. She is beautiful, yes, and he thinks that she must be clever to hold the position she does. Selfishly, he can only see that he gains in this situation. The possibility of something deeper than a mere arrangement certainly makes his breath catch in his throat as well. He never thought to want before now.
The toast will likely not bring them luck, but it costs nothing to take that chance, hoping it will anyway.]
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Date: 2020-06-06 05:28 am (UTC)[ sola isn't terribly sentimental. she has always been a pragmatist after all, never wanting to set her level head off-balance with meaningless things. but this should be special, regardless of the actions that set their marriage into motion.
toasting with tea – perhaps it would be considered unusual, but she rather likes the idea of raising a cup of the sweet orange blossom brew to the next chapter as he says. she lifts her hand and scoots forward on the chair to better reach him across the table. ]
To us. To our future. To the unknown.
[ but she still gestures to him if he would like to add anything to that, the tone of her voice allowing for a continuation rather than sounding final. ]
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Date: 2020-06-06 05:55 am (UTC)It's the first time he's been part of an "us" that he doesn't mind.
The extension of partnership in those words pleases him more than he thought they would. He watches her, closer to her now than she was before, and keeps his cup aloft as he responds.]
To becoming something better together than we were apart. To our potential. To us.
[His glass clinks gently against hers before he draws it back to drink deeply of the tea, finishing it as a symbol of his commitment to the things they've toasted.]
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Date: 2020-06-07 06:01 am (UTC)setting her cup down, she reaches for a biscuit, nudging the tower of treats towards him with a little eager smile. ]
That was lovely, Rilan.
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Date: 2020-06-07 08:21 am (UTC)Perhaps I won't do so poorly as a politician's husband then.
[Rilan does, however, reach forward to take not just one treat off the plate but two. They both go onto his plate, and he picks up one of them and takes at bite at once. They are, to no surprise, delicious, and he makes the appropriate sound of enjoyment as he takes a second bite.]
Will you tell me a little about yourself? Things that don't have to do with your work or the arrangement of our upcoming nuptials?
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Date: 2020-06-07 07:28 pm (UTC)[ she pauses to finish her chew. her private life isn't something she often discusses with... well, anyone really. her life is her job and she has been training for this for most of her youth. ]
I am very fond of fashion, [ she admits almost shyly (almost). ] Beyond keeping up appearances for the public, I enjoy shopping and accessorizing. I also am an avid reader, even beyond what I must consume for my day to day, to keep my brain active. I admit that I do not have any exciting hobbies, but those are two things I very much enjoy.
[ she daintily takes another bite of her lemon iced biscuit. ] I did not have a typical childhood as I had been chosen amongst the other aristocratic families to attend diplomacy school.
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Date: 2020-06-08 02:03 am (UTC)Listening with clear interest, he snacks on some of the treats on offer, tasting a second with enjoyment as he holds eye contact with her.]
I enjoy reading a great deal also. Fiction and non-fiction. I've never had any interest in fashion but I would appreciate your input if there are any trends you think I should follow.
[He wipes his hand on his napkin before pouring more tea for himself, this time sweetening it with a little sugar.]
But diplomacy school...was it a boarding school? And was it the subject matter that made it atypical or something else?
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