forum I need another fecking RP // OxO // Closed

Started July 02, 2021 by @ElderGod-Icefire

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(Lol sorry I’ve been busy)
About a moth had passed, and an opportunity to initiate the rebellion’s plan had not seemed to show itself. Even if Prince Riven had arranged to leave or do something with someone elsewhere, Indigo had to wait until the poison was ready. They had taken to listening intently whenever someone came to meet the prince, eavesdropping for anything that might seem useful.
She didn’t see Lor again, if only because the toilet did not have any further problems and that the poison wasn’t ready yet. Indigo fell back into normalcy somewhat, but with that hopeful anticipation of what they had planned coming to pass.

Today, most of that would change. Riven was asleep still, despite the late hour, and so he didn't care when Lor knocked on the door, waiting for Indigo to answer it. They had a bag slung over their shoulder, and in the bag was the poison, carefully wrapped and packaged so it would not break or leak inside of it. All that remained was for it to be given to Indigo, so she could somehow give it to Riven.

At the moment, Indigo was cleaning the sitting room, picking up clothes and papers from the floor and random furniture. They almost dropped the clothes they were holding when she heard the knock. Silently hoping it wasn't a bold lover of the prince's, she opened the door.
She blinked. "Oh, Lor, it's you. Good to see you again."

Lor gave a quick, tight smile. "It is. Can we talk?" they asked, holding onto the bag carefully. They did not want to drop it and break it. That would be…well, a disaster, considering its contents.

Indigo glanced back inside the room. The prince was asleep, but Lor could only could only be here for one reason, and she didn’t want to risk it. “Yeah, sure,” they said, stepping out and closing the door behind them.

Lor stepped back, clearing their throat. "I have the, ah…" they glanced around. "The declogger. For the drain." they blinked at Indigo, hoping that they would understand. "It will need to be added to the toilet," consumed, "and then sit for six hours." essentially, it would take six hours to kill Riven.

At first, Lor’s words were extremely confusing. Indigo blinked back at them, their eyebrows knotting up and her mouth forming a thin line. She waited for them to finish, and after thinking on their words, they were able to get it. Her expression relaxed, and they nodded. “Good to know. Um, do I need to tell you when the… uh, the declogger is added?”

(just realized my metaphor thingy essentially called Riven a toilet lmao)

Lor nodded faintly. "Yes, preferably. Just in case there are any….complications that would need to be dealt with." They replied. They slipped the strap for the bag off of their shoulder, and carefully held it out to Indigo. "It's in here. Be careful with it; if it gets on anything it will discolor it."

(Lol yep)

She took it and slung it over her shoulder with a nod. “Thanks. Is there a way I can contact you, then?”

They thought about that for a moment. "Just…send me a message about a toilet. Or come to the meeting place again, if you can remember the way there." they knew it was quite likely that she would not remember, which was fine.

Indeed, they did not remember. Frowning, Indigo tried to think of ways to send a message to them. The butler, perhaps, or simply a letter addressed to their residence. “Alright. Thank you.”

"You're welcome. Be careful with the…declogger." they said slowly, gaze flicking to the bag, then up to Indigo's face again.

“I will.” Indigo gave a nod of farewell, then went back inside the room after quietly opening and closing the door. Checking to see if Prince Riven was still asleep, they then went into her room to examine the contents of the bag.

Lor left after that, heading back to their home.

Riven was indeed still asleep, sprawled out on his bed. The young prince looked softer in sleep, face relaxed and open, for once no trace of the mocking, sly smile or the glint in his eyes. He just looked young, and soft. With his ears covered, he could almost be mistaken for a lovely young human. The kind more likely to be found in their owner's bed and used for pleasure than anything else. Of course, as soon as he was awake, that illusion, that idea that he and Indigo could ever be equals, would vanish like dew in the sun.

(oh no he's hot–)

Upon opening the bag, Indigo found a packaged box that looked a size that would take up most of her lap. As quietly and carefully as possible, they removed the packaging. Inside, there was a container filled with rows of small vials, about the length of their finger. When she pulled one out to look inside, clear liquid filled about three-quarters of the vial. Indigo smiled to herself, then placed the vial back with the others, repackaged it, and closed the bag. They could not use it now, of course.
Indigo bent down, pulling out the loose tile in the floor, revealing the secret compartment where she kept ingredients for tea and tonics. They gently placed the bag inside after moving the ingredients out of the way, then closed the tile over it.

(lmfao "always has been, kid")

Riven kept sleeping, rolling over onto his side with a sigh. He likely wouldn't wake for a while longer, with how tired he had been when he went to bed. At least he was the only one there right now; no lovers shared his bed at the moment, no other Fae there to order Indigo around.

(Lol yep)

Indigo ventured out of their room again, and returned to cleaning. She had thought about annoying Riven so he would wake up, but that would probably only be enjoyable in her imagination. Once she had gathered all the clothes, they began folding and stacking them.

Riven kept sleeping for a long while, shifting every now and again in his sleep. But he didn't awaken. His hair was messy and his clothes were rumpled, his dark, curly hair spilling across his forehead.

(C’mon Riven wake up so I can roast you)

Once they folded all of the clothes, they took each of the individual stacks they had made and took them into the prince’s room so she could put them in the closet. Over time she had gotten used to interacting with his things, as it wasn’t too different from what they would do in Olympia’s room. They tried to be as quiet as possible, for as much as annoying him would be enjoyable, she valued the bliss that came with his slumber.

(lmao)

When he did eventually wake up, he blinked up at the ceiling, taking a deep breath. He sat up, rubbing his eyes and feeling about for his water glass. Once he found it, he took a sip, still a bit drowsy and out of it. His black hair was sticking up in messy, unkempt tufts, soft curls hanging into his forehead and curling up towards the ceiling, reaching every which way. His eyes were soft and unfocused, and his mouth hadn't quite pulled into that angry, bothered expression that it so often did.

(Yeahhhhh look at this idiot bastard man—)

Indigo froze, looked at him. She could only hope that a massive hangover would kick in and he would be incapacitated for the foreseeable future. They cautiously returned to their work, placing garments neatly in the closet, saying nothing.

He turned his head to look over at her, eyes narrowing. He didn't speak yet, though, just took another sip of water in order to help mitigate the hangover. His body was so used, at this point, to copious amounts of alcohol, that his hangovers weren't as bad as they could have been.

They could feel his gaze on them, it was that uncomfortable. “Your Highness,” she said. It was merely an acknowledgement of his status and that he was awake, not even a real greeting.

He sighed, looking up at the ceiling again. "Get out of my sight." he said, voice a bit hoarse and low from being asleep for so long. He pressed a hand to his forehead, squinting just a little bit. He sipped more water, knowing and hoping that it would help with the hangover.

“Let me work.” The words had slipped out without thinking. Indeed, she was still putting up clothes and would not leave the room until they were done.