Corellia: Speaking of Interrogation...
Timeframe: Life Day, in the weeks following the Winter Gala
“Sooo--” came a voice that could only be one of his sisters, padding towards him from behind, “--who's ‘Ivalyn’?”
Rik rounded on her in sharp surprise, “For force sakes!” He exclaimed. How did he not hear the door? Did he not shut it properly? “Not a word, Els,” he growled, jabbing a finger at the eldest of his younger half-siblings, four years his junior. “Or I swear to the old gods I'll…”
Elsabetta ‘Elsie’ Perris stopped in her tracks, folding one arm over the other, one eyebrow perking, “...or you'll what?” Smug all over. Rik frowned, pocketing his comm, “Or I'll tickle you to death.” And it sounded like a threat, as he stepped menacingly toward her. “Or until you piss yourself, whichever comes first.”
So he wasn't joking. Elsie threw up her hands, “Aight, big guy, aight,” she grinned, tipping her head toward the door, “dessert's ready, though.” She turned and started to head towards the door. Rik caught up quickly and dropped an arm over Elsie's shoulders, walking back to the house together, “Not a word, Els,” he reiterated quietly, without the intimidation of moments prior, “I mean it. We only just met.”
Last thing he wanted right now was his mother’s curiosity before he was ready for it. Before there was even a relationship. Especially before he had figured out how, exactly, to broach the matter of the subject of his pursuit being a woman from a family with strong ties to the old First Order. The Perris Family were staunch patriots of the Republic, and each Galactic Alliance since, and tied to no less than two Alderaanian houses through marriage and descent. Only time would tell if the situation could be less incongruent than it appeared… but Rik meant to see it through as far as it could go.
Elsie mouthed a near-silent oh, then drew pinched fingers across her lips, as if to seal them, and dropped the invisible key on the ground, as Rik released her and opened the door. They both drew in a deep breath through their noses as the smell of fresh baked dessert wafted down the hall to greet them.
“Oh,” Rik’s eyes fluttered shut, blissfully, “Just me, or does that smell even better every year?”
Elsie peered up at him, knowing he was missed last year… but just patted him on the shoulder and walked forward with a little laugh.
“Welcome home, Rik.”
“Sooo--” came a voice that could only be one of his sisters, padding towards him from behind, “--who's ‘Ivalyn’?”
Rik rounded on her in sharp surprise, “For force sakes!” He exclaimed. How did he not hear the door? Did he not shut it properly? “Not a word, Els,” he growled, jabbing a finger at the eldest of his younger half-siblings, four years his junior. “Or I swear to the old gods I'll…”
Elsabetta ‘Elsie’ Perris stopped in her tracks, folding one arm over the other, one eyebrow perking, “...or you'll what?” Smug all over. Rik frowned, pocketing his comm, “Or I'll tickle you to death.” And it sounded like a threat, as he stepped menacingly toward her. “Or until you piss yourself, whichever comes first.”
So he wasn't joking. Elsie threw up her hands, “Aight, big guy, aight,” she grinned, tipping her head toward the door, “dessert's ready, though.” She turned and started to head towards the door. Rik caught up quickly and dropped an arm over Elsie's shoulders, walking back to the house together, “Not a word, Els,” he reiterated quietly, without the intimidation of moments prior, “I mean it. We only just met.”
Last thing he wanted right now was his mother’s curiosity before he was ready for it. Before there was even a relationship. Especially before he had figured out how, exactly, to broach the matter of the subject of his pursuit being a woman from a family with strong ties to the old First Order. The Perris Family were staunch patriots of the Republic, and each Galactic Alliance since, and tied to no less than two Alderaanian houses through marriage and descent. Only time would tell if the situation could be less incongruent than it appeared… but Rik meant to see it through as far as it could go.
Elsie mouthed a near-silent oh, then drew pinched fingers across her lips, as if to seal them, and dropped the invisible key on the ground, as Rik released her and opened the door. They both drew in a deep breath through their noses as the smell of fresh baked dessert wafted down the hall to greet them.
“Oh,” Rik’s eyes fluttered shut, blissfully, “Just me, or does that smell even better every year?”
Elsie peered up at him, knowing he was missed last year… but just patted him on the shoulder and walked forward with a little laugh.
“Welcome home, Rik.”
