Private Together is where we belong

[Valstraus Crestin]

Valstraus had been managing his affairs while he was away across the galaxy handling politics. While Qena wasn't the largest planet, it was a busy ecumenopolis - there was always things to do and handle, especially so when one was the wife of its senator. New crime lords weren't the easiest to deal with - they always seemed to take advantage when he wasn't around, underestimating the power she held. Threats were made. Valstraus had them dissolved in no time, replaced by a new lord who was in her debt. Now she sat, on the balcony of the penthouse, atop the Qenoira Tower, sipping on a tall glass of sparking cassandran waiting for his return. "You're 6 days late." She said when he finally arrived.

 

[Erycke Valstraus]

Qena Prime

Valstraus Crestin

Erycke sat in his study facing out the window, it had been a very long night. Having gotten back only a few hours ago, and having little to no sleep, Erycke rubbed the sides of his head as he stood up, walking to a table, pouring himself a stiff liquor and downing it swiftly. Negotiations hadn’t gone like he’d hoped for, and no amount of persuasion was going to get these people to budge — it meant he was going to have to try other routes of negotiation. Throwing his holopad on his large ornate desk he opened a drawer, pulled out a pipe, reached down, opened a felt pouch and stuffed the substance into the pipe — immediately proceeding to light it up. Chuckling as he took a few puffs, and slowly exhaled he knew — Val would be livid if she caught him doing this, smoking in her building was a “no-no”. This tower was their — no, it was her a, her shining beacon to all of Qena Prime. He couldn’t help but to smile thinking of that frustrating but amazing woman, his hand coming up, taking another long drag off the pipe before extinguishing it.

Smoke filled his nostrils and danced around his head as he set down the pipe, Erycke dusted his hands off as he walked over, grabbing his coat and exiting his study and walking down the hall towards their living quarters. Val during the design phase put their living quarters on the top of the tower, they had the best view, and he never got tired of looking out over the city. Opening the door slowly, the lights were dim — slowly creeping through the penthouse, a voice broke the silence - ‘chit’ he thought inwardly to himself, but nonetheless a smile broke out on his lips as he made his way over to his lovely bride. “Yes — I am, and I should have sent a holomessage… I was, tied up, negotiations didn’t go as planned. They refuse to listen to reason.” He paused as he stood directly behind her now, Erycke wrapping his arms around her as he planted a soft kiss on the side of her neck. “I am sorry Val… can you forgive this… forgetful and imperfect man that I am?” Erycke chided, verbally poking at her as he planted another small kiss on her neck. “Have you been ok?”

 

[Valstraus Crestin]

A click of the door behind her and there he was. While she knew nothing would have happened to him, knowing he was perfectly fine taking care of matters if things went south, there was always the risk when travelling in the vast expanse of space. "I was starting to get worried." Charming as ever. While frustrated, a light sigh was exhaled as he embraced her, peppering kisses down her neck, appeasing her. The corners of her lips upturned as he wrapped his arms around her. "Perhaps," Val uttered, turning her head, she gave him a kiss before her nose picked on the sharp tang of smoke lingering on him. The downturn of the corners of her lips and her narrowing gaze were enough to convey her displeasure. Val decided to let it slide - it was late enough.

"That's unfortunate. I've been busy dealing with a new scoundrel, who called himself a lord of the undergrounds. Threats were made. " She said with a nonchalant shrug. Erycke would know well how she dealt with such disrespect. "I've put another one in his place - loyal... with much influence... he owes me a debt." the woman continued.

"So what is your next move? Relying on underground trade to get their resources isn't the most sustainable." She went on. Erycke was gone for a while, likely stressed from his long trip. There was part of her not wanting to dwell on any more business and settle for the night but she couldn't help herself but try and find a solution for him - if there's a will, there is always a way. "Are you hungry? Should I call up something from the bar?"​