boxofmisfits | Entries tagged with character: mitth'raw'nuruodo

While the affair at a particular senator's estate on a lush green planet had been a demonstration of political power, and there certainly had been a good deal of artwork for Thrawn to look at (all of it picked out to show possession of the planet, ownership, the tendency to collect novel and unique things), there'd also been a few not-so-subtle attempts by the senator in question to convince Eli that he would be better suited working for someone more human. The woman's hands had been on him repeatedly--fixing his collar, fluffing his hair, brushing his sleeve. If humans were capable of scent-marking, Eli would have come home smelling like that woman. As it was, the cloying thick floral perfume she wore lingered on his uniform.

The party's end meant that Eli and Thrawn could retreat to the guest room where they'd be staying the night. They'd so thoughtfully been provided separate beds, one clearly larger and more luxurious, intended for the ranking officer. Eli moves to stand beside the other bed, unfastening his jacket.

"Did...you enjoy the party?"

Thrawn knew he could trust Eli more than anything. Sending him onto the pirate vessel to pretend to be Horatio Figg showed that. Eli had performed beautifully, not just as Horatio, but after Thrawn's plan had truly begun. Clever Eli knew his friend so well, he knew exactly what to do when the time came, as Thrawn knew he would. How he loved that mind of his.

They're off duty now. As Admiral, Thrawn sets the schedule, and he thinks they deserve a little alone time. If anyone asked, he was just an Admiral who was making sure that his aide was alright, and was probably just staying for a game of dejarik.

Thrawn had sent Eli a single message, in Sy Bisti: "Come to my office. Bring Horatio's tunic."