The Estate in Sidra, Saturday Fandom Time

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Being Consort to the Queen of a Territory in the wake of a war was tiring work. Being the landen Consort, who was just as interested in the well-being of the Territory's non-Blood population as he was in the affairs of the Blood themselves, was extra exhausting. The week had been filled with paperwork and appointments, negotiating fairer exchange rates between the landens and Blood in two neighboring villages, talk of building a better road or coach service between the two, some way to get landen goods to the Blood village easily, while one paid reasonable prices and the other made reasonable money...

And then, on top of that, the appearances that he had to make purely in his capacity as Consort. Some days, he really did just have to serve as a pretty arm for the Queen to take. He didn't mind - it gave him an excuse to take a break from numbers and negotiations - but it was taxing all on its own, the eyes of Blood aristos always half-turned toward him, waiting for him to slip, waiting for some excuse to call him out as the fraud he was, an outsider with no Jewel, playing at being more than the Queen's pretty pet.

He'd been up late last night to try to work off some of the past week's stresses, losing himself in paperwork clear into the small hours of the morning, and had fallen asleep at his desk. When he'd woken with a start this morning to see his papers scattered and a bit more drool on a few of them than he'd ever care to admit to, his priorities were pretty clear. First, coffee. The rest of the world always seemed muddled and a bit wrong before coffee, and today was no exception as he tripped his way into the kitchen.

It wasn't until he had brewed and was halfway through his first mug of the stuff that he became aware of the kitchen staff, standing back and staring at him, mouths agape. And it wasn't until he was finished his first mug of the stuff that he decided he was actually awake enough to look down.

Ah. Yes. That would do it.

He smirked a little to himself and poured himself a second mug.

"Fandom," he explained. "Just be happy I'm not a horse."

[OOC: Open for phone calls or those in Glacia!]

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[glacial_queen]

He sounded weird. Karla wasn't entirely sure why it was, but he definitely sounded weird.

*Dun wanna be active,* she sulked. *S'too early to be awake.*

She might have to revise that opinion when Warren came back to the room, however.

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*I'll bring some anyway. You can heat it up yourself if you change your mind after it's cold.*

Yes, he was already on his way to her room, two coffees in hand, just giving little smiles to anyone who stopped to gape at him as he walked by. If his wings weren't so damn distinctive around here, he probably would have been tackled by now.

*It's not even all that early, my love.*

[glacial_queen]

*It's early for me,* she huffed. *Cause I didn't sleep well, all by myself in my cold, lonely, sad, giant, empty, desolate, and echoing bed.*

So...not too early for Karla to be a drama queen.

*You sound funny. Are you getting--wait, no you can't get sick. Though if you could, not sleeping with me would probably be a prime reason why you did.*

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*This'll sure show me. Consider my lesson learned. Don't suppose you could open the door for me? My hands are full.*

Of coffee. And he couldn't float things. And really didn't want to try to balance a hot mug between his arm and a boob this morning.

[glacial_queen]

*Ugh. You're making me get up.*

Really, her life was the hardest. She was making sure to stomp all the way to the door so he knew how put out she was about this whole thing. First he sleeps somewhere else all night and then he makes her get up out of bed to let him in.

"Normal people use a tray, Warren," Karla grumped, opening the door. "Those can be balanced on one--hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii."

Who was grumpy and in a bad mood? Not Karla!

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See what Warren could get away with, just by being hot and physicall female?

"Good morning," he purred, winking and holding her coffee out to her. "I'd apologize for making you get out of bed, but I'm not actually all that sorry."

Sorry not sorry, Karla.

[glacial_queen]

If he'd been physically male and in, say, kohl or leather pants, he also would have gotten the same reaction. Just sayin.

"Morning..." she said, taking the mug from him. While giggling. Honestly, Karla, pull yourself together. "Wait, you don't want me in bed?"

Because, really, he was giving her absolutely no reasons why she shouldn't be dragging him back to their bed right now.

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"Oh, I want you in bed," Warren purred, stepping into the room and using one wing to close the door behind himself, leaving the handful of gawping serving staff standing bemused in the hall. "I wanted to see this look on your face, first. Good morning, my love."

[glacial_queen]

Karla's face was almost certainly obliging him. "Morning," she said, batting her eyes. She didn't move from where she was standing, letting Warren come to her. "You're looking very lovely today."

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"Oh, you noticed?" Warren laughed a little, teasing. "I'm trying out this new thing with my hair today. I'm glad you can tell."

Brat.

[glacial_queen]

"Trust me, I'm definitely noticing," Karla said, setting her coffee down. On the air, where it hovered. She really didn't care what happened to her coffee but she knew that Warren would be distracted if it spilled. "I'm liking it. Might need to make sure it can withstand intense activity."

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"Oh?" Warren... couldn't set his coffee down on the air, no. He'd have to just make sure he had a good grip. "Have you got any particular method of testing this sort of thing? I'm new at checking my own hair's durability."

[glacial_queen]

"Oh, I can think of a few ways," Karla assured him. "Like, say, this."

Hopefully he was holding onto his coffee tightly, because Karla closed the distance between them with a step, ran her hands up into his hair, and then used that grip to bring his face to hers for a hot and hungry kiss.

You know. As a decent starter.

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Fortunately, she didn't have very far to drag him. The coffee was fine, if slightly jostled. Not that Warren was paying it any attention, since the durability of his hairdo was being so thoroughly tested, and all.

He was going to grasp her arm with the hand that wasn't currently holding the coffee, though. And he was going to kiss back.

It was a very decent starter.

[glacial_queen]

It was several long and pleasant minutes before Karla let go long enough to come up for air. "Finish that coffee or find somewhere to put it," she ordered. "You're going to need both hands."

Karla's coffee was going to get cold. She didn't care. She had a much better wakeup than coffee.

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Yeah, as if Warren was going to take the time to finish his when Karla was right there, promising something far more appealing. He grinned, and then took a few steps to set his mug down on the nearest cabinet.

"Coffee's gone."

Or, at least, it was out of mind.

[glacial_queen]

That decision made all the easier by Warren having had coffee while he was still downstairs. Karla knew her fiancé very well, thank you.

"Good," she declared, before scooping Warren up into her arms. Dense muscles and massive wings aside, hollow bones made for a very light Warren. "I promise to make it up to you. In spades."

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"Whoa!" And, see, Warren was never going to get used to that, though at least he was getting better at not flaring his wings and knocking over everything to either side.

... He only knocked over a few things on either side.

"Well, this is off to a promising start already," he laughed, smiling up at her as he looped his arms around her neck. "I'm suddenly far less concerned about the coffee."

[glacial_queen]

Who was her prettiest pretty princess? Warren was!

"That's probably for the best," she teased, carrying him over to the bed and putting him on it. Laying there, all spread out for her, Karla felt like a starving witch at a sumptuous feast. "Your coffee didn't survive the wingflare."

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"Oh, that's a tragedy," Warren murmured, clearly super concerned about that coffee. A whole lot. Honest. "Help me forget about it?"

Because he was totally the sort to brood over spilled coffee.

... He kind of actually was.

[glacial_queen]

Normally he might be. But not today. Oh no. If Warren was still thinking about his coffee in five minutes, Karla was doing something horribly wrong.

"I think I can do that," Karla purred, climbing onto the bed and kneeling between his legs. "Though, not while you're wearing all that."

And with a thought, his clothes were gone. With another thought, a shield flickered over their rooms: a very effective 'do not disturb' sign.