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Lord Miles Naismith Vorkosigan ([personal profile] dendarii) wrote2017-01-02 09:55 am
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[IC] [Mask or Menace] Contact Post

"This is Miles. Leave a message and I'll respond to you at my earliest convenience."

The line has gone silent; any messages sent to this name only return an error.
rathercommon: (old: amused)

[personal profile] rathercommon 2016-02-29 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
It is.

[ But she lowers her eyes and smiles - the expression now quite thoroughly wistful. ]

The problem is that there are plenty of people not aware of that. [ A beat. ] And it's not as though I've got an inside that would make most people crumble and swoon.
rathercommon: (old: sad)

[personal profile] rathercommon 2016-02-29 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
[ There's real pain in the way she turns her head - not flinching away from his touch, but hiding her face. Her voice is very quiet. ]

There's no fairy tale like that. You're making it up.
rathercommon: (old: angry)

[personal profile] rathercommon 2016-02-29 02:46 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah.

[ She lifts her eyebrows - but she also leans her head in to his touch, just like she does as a cat. ]

And how about that version of the story where everything got so cocked up that her lover ended up having to die, as well?
rathercommon: (old: sad)

[personal profile] rathercommon 2016-02-29 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
Sort of.

[ Her lip trembles just a bit. She squeezes her eyes shut against the tears that threaten to brim over. ]

I mean...Sort of, because he was only sort of that to her. He didn't sort of die. He...he died very thoroughly. Never coming back.

[ A hitched breath in. And a hot tear, scalding its way down her cheek. ]

She barely had a chance to know him.

[ And then, angrily, she dashes her sleeve against her eyes. ]

Damn it. It doesn't matter. There are thousands dead. Thousands more wounded. What do two deaths and a wrinkled face matter?
rathercommon: (old: pensive)

[personal profile] rathercommon 2016-02-29 03:02 am (UTC)(link)
[ Her breath hitches again. But she leans her head against his and rocks gently against him. Her voice is a whisper. ]

We went into it knowing we wouldn't come out the other side. The three of us. We knew we'd die. Better to make a willing sacrifice than to die unwillingly.
rathercommon: (old: sad)

[personal profile] rathercommon 2016-02-29 03:10 am (UTC)(link)
Mm.

[ She gives a little shake of her head. ]

No. It doesn't. At all.
rathercommon: (old: sad)

[personal profile] rathercommon 2016-02-29 03:15 am (UTC)(link)
[ She squeezes her eyes more tightly shut. A few rebellious tears manage to escape nevertheless. Still, in spite of that, and in spite of her trembling shoulders, she nods shakily. Whispers - ]

Yeah.

[ And then with another hitching breath: ]

We did stop them. We did save people. The three of us together. It ought to have been impossible, you know, but we did it.

[ And then, in a sigh: ]

God, I'm tired, though. I'm so tired.
rathercommon: (animal: gray cat 6)

[personal profile] rathercommon 2016-02-29 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah. You're right.

[ She pulls her hand free and leans forward and slips back into the form of a cat. It's easier. Less natural than that form, her native human form, but...Easier. And, honestly, a bit less awkward...She braces herself, and then leaps onto the bed - right into the warm spot here he'd been sleeping before. And she curls up there. ]

I could use that.
rathercommon: (animal: gray cat 3)

[personal profile] rathercommon 2016-02-29 03:29 am (UTC)(link)
It's good.

[ She snuggles up against his chest, her voice already a little muzzy and distant with impending sleep. As it comes on, her regular breathing deepens into a purr, constant, against him. ]