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For Barrayar mods ([personal profile] barrayarmods) wrote in [community profile] forbarrayar2017-02-18 03:21 pm

[ february ii log ]

Who: Everyone
What: Traitors exposed, celebrations had, sleight hands passing cards under the table. And so begin the preparations for what is soon to come.
When: February 18th - 28th
Where: Barrayaran camp / Cetagandan base
Warnings: Torture (interrogations thread)

Quick links:
Riverfall
Barrayar: Barrayaran camp / Party / Missions
Cetaganda: Cetagandan base / Moon-poetry party / Missions


The harsh weather rages on, which temperatures still averaging far below freezing, and the wind is still strong. But things are a little less dire for the outsiders, and for the exotics -- well, they have their own chills to deal with.

riverfall
Riverfall village is your typical Dendarii mountain village, which means it's small, humble, and mostly poor. This is the most rural of the rural around here, a little backwater even by Barrayaran standards. Most of the villagers live in houses of wood and stone built themselves or by ancestors. Despite the cold, there are plenty of people outside at any given time -- working, mostly, because the daily grind stops for no one, but even the occasional group of children taken over by fits of cabin fever. The village is built up against a rocky mountain face, from the top of which the eponymous waterfall flows into the river that borders the west edge of the village and continues down the mountain. The place isn't exactly hidden, but if you don't know your way around, it'd be hard to find without a native guide.

The villagers are wary of the outsiders at first, even more than the soldiers had been -- the rural Dendarii are as superstitious as they come -- but, slowly convinced of their good intentions, start to warm to them. They're a blunt, hardy people, largely uneducated and tending toward the most extreme of Barrayaran sensibilities, but they are undeniably fierce. The General Count trusts them, so they'll be more or less civil (by Barrayaran standards, anyway), but you might catch the occasional scrutinizing, watchful stare. With Cetagandans in camp and exotics among them, they border on hostile, especially those who are visibly nonhuman. They keep their heads down enough to keep from getting into trouble with the soldiers, but they do not like you at all.

Not everyone in Riverfall speaks English -- Russian is everyone's first language, and only about half the village has any passable command of English. Thankfully, the village's Speaker Yakiv Gura speaks English, if heavily accented. They're clearly stretching to the limit to help the camp, but to the Dendarii, there's no higher act than one in the Count's service, especially when it comes to fighting this war.

barrayar
Even after scoring themselves a little extra food, morale in the camp is at an all-time low. The miserably dangerous weather hasn't let up, food is still heavily rationed, and everyone is still at least a little tired, cold, and hungry all of the time. It doesn't help that they've lost a few soldiers in the last couple of weeks, and in Riverfall, too, some villagers have died of the cold despite their relative warmth and safety, mostly children. This is hardly the first harsh winter they've faced, but that doesn't stop the inexorable loss that comes with it. Some villagers may be somberly putting their loved ones to rest in the village graveyard when the outsiders are in town.

But Piotr finally calls Negri out as a spy sent by his aide-de-camp Captain Ezar Vorbarra, partly to deliver a message and partly to test Piotr, because Ezar loves coy bullshit. However, he does learn that both Ezar and Prince Xav Vorbarra, Olivia and Sonia's father, are en route to Vorkosigan's District with relief supplies from Beta Colony secured by Xav's ambassadorial connections and tireless lobbying. Once Piotr judges it safe to release this information, it bring with it a bit of hope -- and to seal the deal, Piotr and Olivia arrange a celebration of sorts in the village.

Finally outing the ring of reason in the camp helps to bolster morale, too. Vorhalas is interrogated, and the names of his co-conspirators are revealed: Lieutenant Boris Vortala, who killed himself in disgrace shortly after his fast-penta interrogation at ghem-General Zefyst's hand, and their commander Captain Aaron Vorbataille. Vorbataille has, of course, already started to make his escape -- but with the help out of the outsiders, he won't get very far. Once Piotr is satisfied with Vorbataille's interrogation as well, both men are put to execution, but not by beheading as Doctor ghem-Miko: the sentence for treason is death by public starvation and exposure, and in this weather, it doesn't take long. They are publicly and emphatically denounced as traitors with no honor to speak of, sending a very clear message. Although this might seem like a gruesome sight to the outsiders, to the Barrayarans this is simply how it goes, and very few of them are sorry to see these traitors suffer, particularly as Vorhalas was the one responsible for their food shortage in the first place.

Reports from those soldiers and outsiders who were in the village at the same time as the Cetagandan field science team present the General Count with another troubling problem, however: the implications of the Cetagandans building a device that could control this phenomenon are terrifying, particularly to this threadbare resistance movement. But sabotage seems hardly a worthy solution, either. This is the only lead they have on sending the outsiders home, and so many of them have already put their lives on the line for the cause of a planet that otherwise nothing to most of them. There would be no honor in robbing them of their only chance to return home. But whether they should continue to allow the Cetagandans to proceed with their research or try to find a way to copy their plans themselves, a dubiously possible venture at best, weighs heavily on his mind. It only complicates his strategic concerns further, but by his military orders in the next couple of weeks, at least one thing is clear: he wants Cetagandan bodies.

camp
Morale is critically low among the soldiers, particularly after a few casualties during a recent skirmish with a Cetagandan patrol, but spirits definitely begin to lift with news of relief. The soldiers are now more or less accustomed to the outsiders' place in the camp, and they're even starting to become a little friendlier toward them, particularly those who've been involved in the war effort. They might invite outsiders to play card or dice games with them, or share a conversation over an admittedly meager meal, or better still, bond with them in the true Barrarayan form: over a lot of alcohol.

Negri has more or less built himself a niche in the camp, and doesn't look like he's going anywhere any time soon. But he isn't the only spy around. They desperately need a man on the inside, particularly with the troubling news about the wormhole device, and right now, that man is Byerly Vorrutyer. Starting next month, Piotr is sending him on assignment to infiltrate the Cetagandan base under the cover of a cowardly collaborator.

party
By the time they have the party on the 21st, the villagers have warmed up to the outsiders a little, but they don't really bond until the party. With what little they have to share, they scrape together as much of a feast as they can: not much, but by this month's standards, any hot meal prepared with fresh ingredients seems absolutely decadent. And because this is Barrayar there is, of course, plenty of liquor, that Barrayaran moonshine maple mead not the least among them, and there's no shortage of wine or vodka, either.

The hillfolk light lanterns all around the village and raise large tarps to cover the open center of the village where they usually hold gatherings. Inside, protected from the wind and lit by the bonfire and braziers placed around the perimeter, it's actually almost warm. Every villager who's ever laid hand to an instrument seems to gather there to play music all night long, an energetic mix of lively folk music and raucous drinking songs. Anyone with any musical talent would be welcome to join them as well. There's plenty of dancing, too, very little of it formal or complicated, but everyone's having a good time for the first time in weeks, maybe months, and the mood is infectious. By the end of the night, morale seems to have risen overall, and people in camp have something real to look forward to. The partygoing visitors are put up in warmed tents within the tarped village center or in the villagers' homes where they have room. Come morning, they'll head back, but for just one night, it's almost like there isn't even a war on.

missions
Outsiders have been assisting with moving supplies between the camp and Riverfall all throught he rest of the month, and it mostly goes smoothly. Vorbataille is caught on the 20th, although he and Vorhalas aren't publicly executed until a few days later, when Piotr is satisfied with the intelligence he's extracted. By the time he gets Vorbataille's name out of Vorhalas, the traitorous Captain has already fled -- but thanks to Carolina, Duv and Zarya, he's dragged back to camp for his interrogation.

That evening, Maine and William have the misfortune of encountering a dragon -- Darkstalker is on a mission with a Cetagandan patrol, and they run right smack into each other. A fight breaks out, but ultimately Darkstalker and the Cetagandans come out on top, and the outsiders and Barrayarans are forced to retreat -- but not before managing to kill a Cetagandan soldier or two, just barely escaping with one of the bodies.

Miles finds himself in a terrible position when a guard patrol shift goes horribly wrong in a skirmish against some Cetagandans, resulting in the death of their squad leader and a very ugly aftermath.

Zarya, William, Beth and Miles are in Riverfall with some Barrayaran soldiers on a supply run when a Cetagandan field science team arrives with a few exotics in tow. This is a rare chance to learn more about the Cetagandans' scientific exploits, and among other things, they find out that whatever it is that brought them here, the Cetagandan scientists are convincede it has something to do with the wormhole that collapsed 700 years ago.

The unabridged mission writeup is here.

cetaganda
The Cetagandans are a notoriously tight-lipped bunch, but they're blowing away most of the smoke surrounding their wormhole science research. As has been alluded, they're currently working on a device to harness the phenomenon that brought all the exotics here in the first place, and hopefully find a way to send them all home with it. They invite any exotics with scientific expertise to a series of interviews about neurology, astrophysics, and mechanical engineering. None of the advisement they receive helps to solve one of their most critical problems -- that of generating a Necklin field to match the one that must have surrounded each exotic -- but it certainly puts them closer to their goal, particularly in the area of neurology, and they're hardly going to stop there. But it's clear that the mathematicians and astrophysicists on base don't have sufficient expertise to solve the most complex equations before them. But on the brighter side of things, in the interest of this scientific exchange, they're letting the lab techs help a little more beyond just grunt work.

Meanwhile, the genetics project that seems so strange and arcane to the exotic carries on, largely behind the scenes, although Diya is increasingly at odds with her husband and even some of her senior staff, particularly the precocious Amai ghem-Soren. But there is very real purpose behind it -- and far more than just one -- and Diya d'Zefyst is a woman of great ambition. And more than anything else, she is haut.

Unfortunately, the relative peace on base is abruptly broken when Daryl, Lakshmi and Wash all manage to escape in a wild breakout attempt on the 25th. York and Ratchet are left behind, and as a result, some of their privileges revoked. They're now being watched a little more closely as a result.

base
Overall, despite simmering tensions under the surface and the miserable weather, life on base seems to be going more or less smoothly around them. The Cetagandans have had some recent victories against the Barrayarans, so morale is high. Unfortunately, after the breakout they begin cracking down on security with the exotics -- going back to treating the exotics a little more like they did when they first arrived. They aren't under guard, but after the 25th, they are being watched.

They still maintain that insistent veneer of civility, however, breaking only in cases where they feel the need or security risk is significant enough. The ghem on base remain overall cordial and courteous to the exotics as they ever were, which is to say considerably and always with a touch of smug superiority. With her success at the party earlier this month followed by her performance in the moon-poetry garden, the often-sequestered Amai ghem-Soren is seen more around the base.

moon-poetry party
The moon-poetry party is about three hours long and steeped in ceremony, each participant taking their turn to recite. This is, apparently, not a recitation of one's own work, but rather selections of classical Cetagandan poems, and in so referencing something culturally ubiquitous, each makes a statement in its mere selection and juxtapositions. If you pay close enough attention, you might notice that each participant has very subtly coordinated their outfits to further complement the theme of their recitation. Although there is a definite dignity to the party, it doesn't take much to pick up on the fact that this is yet another arena ghem use to try and socially one-up one another. Among the participants are both the Chief Medical Officer Colonel Faro ghem-Naru and Doctor Amai ghem-Soren, whose performance was especially well-received, the theme apparently being something about subtle passions.

missions
The science interviews with the exotics go more or less well, although not quite so hopeful as the Cetagandans were hoping. They do, however, learn some things about FTL travel in other worlds as well as other kinds of neural implants.

On the evening of the 21st, York, Natasha and Kaidan accidentally bear witness to what is clearly some kind of travesty: clearly a human being, but both overgrown and underdeveloped, and exhibiting powers of hydrokinesis and psychic empathy, referred to only as a ba.

On the 23rd, Jasper, Lapis, Pearl and Darkstalker accompany some soldiers and a field science team to Riverfall village, coinciding with a visit from some outsiders and soldiers. They encounter some outsiders while there but also pick up a bit on what it is the Cetagandans are doing -- that the Necklin field problem still remains their biggest problem, and they've been getting conflicting orders from the higher ups lately.

The unabridged mission writeup is here.

Note: Negri and Zahal are available for threads by request only this round. Please hit up Madi or Ammay respectively if you want threads with either of those NPCs. You can also request a thread with Village Speaker Yakiv Gura if you want, in which case hit up Madi.
vorbratta: (is it a condition)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-02-24 05:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Sonia returns Byerly's surprise with confusion, but it doesn't last long, washed away by tears.

"It can be." She sniffles and leans back against Byerly, her cheek pressed to his shoulder. She feels...bad about disclosing this, somehow, but she doesn't know if she necessarily regrets it. She just feels more naked right now than she's ever been with a man. "If the politics are right, or -- wrong. Not always. It isn't treason. But I'm Vorbarra. Taking to bed an Imperial Princess out of wedlock, and one more than ten years his junior at that? Barrayarans. It might as well be rape to them, if only in the sense of one's honor."

She sounds resentful, and she is. But she slackens against him, closing her eyes. "He wasn't executed. My father knew he didn't deserve to die for a mistake I made. Besides, Da thought it would better save face if he married me instead. I cried. I begged him not to make me do it. That seemed a fate so much worse than anyone's death. I didn't want to get married, least of all to him. I didn't -- I didn't even like him."
protocol: (► mr president i want a man from you)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-02-24 05:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Definitely the talkative sort. And definitely interesting. Here as a hanger-on, though he hadn't seemed particularly keen to talk about why he was an outsider like the rest of them, not just someone from a somewhere that-a-ways who'd decided to come here for whatever reason. Hiding out from Cetagandans, apparently. They really must be everywhere.

Some Vor, too. Whatever that means. ]


They're probably not too happy with me, no. And the feeling's mutual.

[ Sure, Wash doesn't want to really take any sides in the war, but everything about the Cetagandans had made his skin crawl. He might've stayed there longer, if just for access for to their technology, if just for more information, but then there'd been Maine, and well. Doing anything but getting here as soon as possible hadn't been an option. ]
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[personal profile] threemoons 2017-02-24 05:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Darkstalker shrugged.

"Old habits I guess. That's what they're called on Pyrrhia. They just scamper around and steal food and treasure, if you give them a chance. Though most of them have figured out it's not a good idea to steal from dragons." He gave the little town another survey.

"Considering all that, I guess this is place isn't half bad, but after the cetagandan base I expected a little more."
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[personal profile] oldvor 2017-02-24 05:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Piotr is still, on principle, deeply unhappy with Miles. He'd nearly shot down Miles and Byerly's little spy plot entirely when the two of them couldn't seem to decide what the fuck they were doing, and Miles had gotten one of Piotr's officers killed over the stupidest thing imaginable. And now this -- a wholly unauthorized mission that could have compromised damn near everything. So no, he's not exactly in Piotr's good book right now. And Maine...Piotr likes Maine, but his participation in this little unauthorized mission doesn't earn him any extra points, either.

That doesn't mean he isn't glad as hell to see Rani back. A look of relief passes quite visibly over his face, tired as it is -- he's not really an...affectionate man, but he does like Rani a great deal, as does his wife, and that's damn near good enough for him besides. Piotr shakes his head and holds a hand up.

"You needn't apologize, Rani. The Cetagandans are known to be rather overbearing." His voice is dry, and he doesn't quite smile, but he does drag a pitcher of miraculously unfrozen water from the end of the table and pours into his cup, pushing it across the table toward her. "Drink. You look like you need it."

She looks like a lot of things, but Piotr doesn't give voice to them. He glances around the rest of her little entourage -- his gaze lingers slightly on Miles for an uncomfortable moment, a silent you and I are going to have a chat later -- but he takes stock of Daryl and Wash with piercing scrutiny.

"I take it you assisted Rani in her escape." He'll let them fill in the rest. He hasn't decided whether or not he'll trust them yet.
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[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-02-24 06:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh." After two months of living on an alien planet, this shouldn't be all that surprising--but Beth's pretty sure it's going to take a while longer before I've never been to Earth stops sounding strange. "Where are you from?"

Some planet she's never heard of, probably. Either that, or Mars. Who knows? But she's curious, taking a step over to the side so that he can have a little more room to say hello to Moonfire if he wants it.
littlemissfutility: (55)

[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-02-24 07:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Beth lets it go, seeing just how tired he looks when she asks. He's only been back here a day, and there's nothing pressing about talking about Duv Galeni. When he's gotten used to life here, maybe, she'll ask again. Or maybe she'll ask Duv. Either way, it's not worth it right now.

"I went in to see her this morning," she offers, her gaze moving back toward the camp. Rani's there, sleeping like she's been running for a week--and who knows? Maybe she has, in her way. "Whatever they did to her...she looked older than a month ago."
vorrutyer: (sweaty)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-24 07:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Byerly is Vor enough to cough, "You? Married? To a Vorbataille?"

He shakes his head a moment later, saying, "It didn't happen. Obviously." His voice, for what it is worth, is unjudgmental. Not approving, not disapproving, just neutral. Curious. Firm. Nothing worse than that.
vorrutyer: (punchable eyebrow)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-24 07:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh?

[ Byerly sits back, his face openly interested. He, of course, has only a Barrayaran's perspective on Cetaganda, and hatred for Cetaganda is part of Barrayaran DNA. He's curious to get an unvarnished outsider's perspective on why to loathe their old enemies. ]

And why is that?
vorbratta: (stick your head up)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-02-24 07:37 pm (UTC)(link)
And Sonia's just Vor enough to mutter, "I know," in response, but she just tucks herself closer against him, heaving a sigh. She thought maybe telling Byerly this would lift some great weight off her chest, but it hasn't. He's just someone who knows. Maybe that's enough.

She shakes her head in response, her voice slightly muffled. "No. Only by Olivia's grace, and...my father's, I suppose. But I ruined that man, Byerly." She squeezes her eyes shut. "And then they sent us back to Vorkosigan's District, ostensibly because Vorbarra's District wasn't safe enough for us anymore. But I know that's not the only reason. I was just causing too much trouble, Uncle Yuri said. He thought I ought to marry Lord Vorbataille. Said that at least -- " A bitter snarl creeps into her voice, and she shakes slightly against Byerly. "If I had any children, they'd at least know who the father was."
vorrutyer: (is this dude handsome)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-24 07:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Yuri. Uncle Yuri. Uncle Yuri, who one day will send assassins after this girl in his arms, against her sister. Against their children. Unconsciously, his grip tightens, squeezing her close, as though the embrace of his arms can save her from that future.

If I killed him... He wonders. High treason, that would be. Exposure and starvation. But if I killed him...

That's...for later. That is something for later, once the Cetagandans are taken care of. Sonia and Olivia need to survive this war to be able to even be at risk from their piece of shit mad uncle, after all. He speaks with flat practicality. "He's an idiot," By responds flatly. He pulls back just a bit to confirm, "You grew up on Beta. You have a contraceptive implant, don't you?"

Then he shakes his head and reaches out to push a lock of hair from her face. "Look. My dearest. Let me speak to you frankly, as a man," he says. "I know the propaganda is that we're all victims of our own cocks. Controlled by them. Enslaved to them. But that's a great lot of rot. If Vorbataille slept with you, it's because he wanted to sleep with you, not because you victimized him. And if he went on to disgrace himself by chattering about it, then he's a damned idiot. He's not a good man. He's a dim man. And frankly, someone that incredibly stupid has no place in Vorbarr Sultana. Thank God you had him banished from the Emperor's confidences. Good lord."
vorbratta: (is it a condition)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-02-24 08:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Sonia nods in response to his question, brow knit, because she knows it's not a problem or else even she wouldn't be irresponsible enough to keep picking up soldiers. That had made it sting even worse, somehow. But then, everything Yuri ever said to her stung just a little.

He brushes the hair from her face and she holds his gaze with red-rimmed eyes, still wet with tears. It's not as though she's forgotten what it was like to live in a place without such ridiculous sexual double standards, but when it's all you have, when you're entrenched in them... Aside from her sister, Sonia's never heard this from a Barrayaran, let alone a Barrayaran man. She hiccups and then quite abruptly bursts into tears again, pressing her face to Byerly's shoulder, but this time, at least, there's something less horribly devastated about it.

"I've never had an honest fuck in my life," Sonia mumbles into Byerly's coat. Surprisingly enough, she doesn't curse often, but she's drunk and this is -- a hell of a something. She sniffles again. "I'm sorry I tried to kiss you."
vorrutyer: (god honestly what is this guy's face)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-24 08:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Somehow, in the midst of her story, he's forgotten his own misery and impending guilt. Right now, all that matters is her. And so he actually laughs - not at her, but sympathetically, warmly. He kisses the crown of her head tenderly, and strokes her hair, saying -

"Don't be sorry. Sonia, I only said no because I'm sparing you more of the same. I'm not an honest fuck. I am, by very definition, a dishonest fuck."

He wraps his arms around her and snuggles her in tightly against him, letting her cry herself out. After a moment, when it seems like her sobs are dying down a bit, he asks, "There's really never been anyone? Not even on Beta?"
lovernotafighter: (Default)

[personal profile] lovernotafighter 2017-02-24 08:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Damn, someone was moody. But shit, it’s not like was this one of those places where smiles and laughter were supposed to be rather prevalent. Tucker rolled his eyes because taking a hint wasn’t exactly in his bones, and he shrugged his shoulder.

“I guess it depends on what you mean by ‘know’. I helped bury someone here with one of the local chicks.” Local chick, but he really meant friend. Not just any chick, but someone he was confiding in, talking to, all the things people did. And that day had sucked, because burying kids could wreck a soul, but he was glad he could help. He would want someone to help if it had been his son.

“But, dude, let’s be real: if it’s a war, I’m sure I’ll know someone in here before it’s all over. But I’ll fight like hell to make sure that I’m all sorts of wrong about that.” Because he was sick of fucking losing people, dammit.
vorrutyer: (explaining everything (badly))

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-24 08:28 pm (UTC)(link)
In another mood - a better mood - a mood where he wasn't about to betray everyone around him - Byerly would accept that with a smile. Tease him, perhaps. But he is in a foul humor. A nasty humor. And who better to vent your foul humor on than someone who just spent his morning doing a decent, kindly thing?

"Ooh, what a hero," Byerly jeers in return, pursing his lips mockingly. "And how exactly will you do that? Do you have a plan? I'd love to learn at your feet. Tell me all about how you're going to personally keep the people around you alive."
vorbratta: (and throw me back in the ditch again)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-02-24 08:29 pm (UTC)(link)
"That isn't what I meant," Sonia mutters, almost managing to sound sullen, but she lets it drop, because right now, she just wants the comfort. Being held like this is almost as much of a novelty. No one else does save for her sister, and not as much these days, not as often now that she's no longer a little girl. Being held like this is even rarer than the occasional tryst, so much more of a novelty, and God -- is this what she really needed? She knows what she wanted. But maybe -- maybe Byerly is right, that it's better this way. She'd rather have this, if she can have it again.

She shakes her head against him, arms wrapped tight around his middle, curling in as close as she can. "I'd only just gotten my contraceptive implant before we left Beta. We'd spend half a year, maybe a whole year at a time here, but our schooling was mostly on Beta Colony. Olivia and I went ahead with Da -- Evgeny had something to finish at school, and he and Mama would follow..."

She trails off. It feels so strange to talk about family she hasn't seen in ten years, calling her mother Mama like she's still a child. She breathes out a slow breath. "I was only thirteen when it started. No time at all. I didn't meet...anyone until I was fifteen."
vorrutyer: (genuinely affectionate?? nah)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-24 08:33 pm (UTC)(link)
He hums thoughtfully. Ah, yes. That...would be troubling, wouldn't it? Growing up amongst the Betan norms of free-love-and-freedom - and then being unable to partake of them. How altogether maddening.

"And?" he prompts. Somehow, this miserable is actually safer territory than what had gone before. Imagine that. "Who was that someone?"
vorbratta: (with my hard-earned love)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-02-24 08:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes, maddening indeed. Sonia won't admit it out loud, especially since her sister is happily married off to the most Vor Vor she's ever met, but she is, at times, ferociously jealous of the teenage years Olivia got to spend on Beta. Dating, experimenting. She lets out a huff.

"No one at all." Her words are still muffled, still a little thick, but audible enough. She doesn't want to move just now. "It was just before we left Vorkosigan's District the first time. We'd just gotten reinforcements from one of the neighboring districts. A whole battalion joining us up in the mountains, scattered about, but close enough. There was a bit of a party one night, after some little victory. I was getting good at dodging Gavalas by then, and I think he let me get away with it sometimes, bless that man... I found a little group of them, the soldiers, all drinking, mostly already drunk. And hardly a woman in sight... They took me for a hill girl, and that suited me just fine. No one had ever looked at me without reservation before, not like that. I picked out the prettiest one and asked him to dance. And so we did. Very privately." She shrugs slightly against him. "It was alright. I don't remember his name. Ilya, or Ivan, or something."
vorrutyer: (warmth)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-24 08:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Byerly gives a little laugh. "They're all named Ilya or Ivan or something," he says rather fondly. And you'll have a weakness for the name Ivan, dear lady...

He pets her hair a moment longer, and then offers his own story in turn. "My first," he says, "was a Vor. I shan't say her name, because dignity and honor are of course at stake, and because I'm a damn sight smarter than Vorbataille. Twit. But I was fumbling and awkward and completely unsatisfactory. It was her first time, too, and I think we each gave each other the mistaken impression that sex is terrible, awkward, and worthless. I, at least, recovered. I hope dearly she has as well."
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party

[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-02-24 09:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Beth's whirling around the room in a quick-footed dance, doing her best to follow the steps; they're simple, sure, but everyone else knows them already, so she has a little catching up to do. But eventually, she gets the hang of it and can sing and shout along with everyone else, her eyes up from her feet--

Just in time to see a tall figure with a fiddle (definitely a fiddle out here) bound into the mess, moving as gracefully through the circle as any of the villagers. She nearly stumbles while watching him, fascinated by the skill with which he plays and the ease with which he skips over the ground. It's not so different a Byerly from the one who sits around the campfire and guzzles mead, but there's something more to this performance, something so playful it seems like it must be for love of the music and the dance. It'd be so much effort otherwise.

When the song ends, she claps as loudly as anyone, eyes wide with delight, a smile caught on her lips.
vorbratta: (so little darlin)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-02-24 09:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Sonia breathes out a quiet laugh at that, relaxing by fractions as Byerly holds her, pets her hair. All the crying was so damn exhausting, and it's an enormous relief to just...sit here like this.

"I hope so. That would be a terrible fate indeed." Sonia turns her head, resting her cheek against his shoulder rather than burying her face in his coat. "But that is always the way it goes, isn't it? Or so I hear. It was awkward as hell, and -- outdoors, too." She makes a face that Byerly can't see, but can easily hear in her voice. "But I was fifteen and didn't really care. I didn't have friends save for my sister, and Barrayar's never heard of the word dating."

She sighs, though not altogether miserably. "One of these days... God, I hope I don't have to wait until this war is over to get a decent lay."
vorrutyer: (what a shitty grin)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-24 09:27 pm (UTC)(link)
He grins right back at her, for once nothing calculating or scheming or dishonest in his smile. He bows to her specifically, and then, breathing hard, exhilarated, he points the violin bow directly at her, picking her out from the crowd.

"A song," he demands over the noise of the crowd. "You promised a song." He tucks the violin back under his chin, eyes alight, face alive. "Start and I'll play."
vorrutyer: (actually maybe unsmug)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-24 09:38 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well," he says, a little slowly. "Don't...idealize sex too much. Yes, there is a bit more pleasantness in being able to have sex under your true name, with someone who knows who you are. But it's still - well. A fundamentally dishonest process. You suck in your gut and turn off the lights and try to make the right noises to please the other person, to make sure they don't turn on you. So do not misapprehend and think that a decent lay will be a magical lay."

He hesitates, then shrugs. His hand comes up to her face, stroking her cheek softly. "Though to be fair - again. As you said. I'm not exactly good at honesty. Perhaps a true-hearted person like yourself will have a better go of it."
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[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-02-24 10:03 pm (UTC)(link)
He looks genuinely happy; it's strange, a little disarming, to see in him. You should've gone to music school. Whenever he's looked like he really meant something before, it's always been something terrible.

"We don't know any of the same songs," she calls back, but she's still smiling, coming over to him anyway. Quickly, she scrambles for an appropriate song. Something easy to follow along, something cheerful, something a lot of drunk Barrayarans will like. That means something traditional, but not one of the ballads, and that means--by the time she reaches Byerly, she has a song in mind.

She taps at the air for a measure, giving him the tempo, and then in a bright, clear voice, starts to sing. "As I was sittin' by the fire, eatin spuds and a-drinkin' porter, suddenly a thought came into my head. I'd like to marry Old Reilly's daughter..."
vorrutyer: (whimsical (but smug))

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-24 10:11 pm (UTC)(link)
He can't do any of his tricks, no skips or hops while he's concentrating on her and her voice. Instead, his brow furrows, and his expression turns meditative, as he works out the melody.

The first few lines, he only provides the most basic accompaniment to her voice - a few notes in her key of choice, steady and low. As he starts understanding the shape of the melody, though, he plays along with her. By the second verse, he's already adding flourishes, harmonies, proper support to her singing. Perhaps shockingly, Byerly Vorrutyer does actually know how to take backseat to someone, at least musically: his playing is only there to draw more attention to her voice, complement it, rather than to showcase his own playing.

He's not the only one supporting her, either. The other players figure out the melody quickly, as well, and chime in. Before long she has the whole bad backing her, and the Barrayaran dancers whirling joyously to the novel song, laughing and happy. Byerly grins at her over his fiddle.
vorbratta: (but you say that you're doin just fine)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-02-24 10:24 pm (UTC)(link)
That actually pulls an unexpected laugh out of her, her face brightening for the first time since...well.

"'Don't idealize sex too much' - Byerly Vorrutyer. Can I quote you on that?" She actually smiles, just small and soft, and her eyes are still red-rimmed, her nose still a little stuffy, but that little smile transforms her face entirely.

"You could be better at it with a little practice," Sonia says, knowing he'll reject the idea out of hand. She rests her cheek against his hand, sighing softly. "Then I shall do my best to reap the pearls of wisdom from your senescent shell, dear Byerly."