vorbratta: (get my hands in it)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-01-15 03:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Sonia's gaze drops to the open folder in Byerly's lap, her smile faded. She suddenly feels very small. "Yes. It does."

Not everything -- surely not everything -- in a private place Sonia is only willing to admit to herself, she thinks that if she had lost everything, she surely would have killed herself by now rather than endure another year, month, day of this. If she had ever lost her sister... She hasn't seen her father in two, maybe three years. Her mother -- not since before the war started. Would she even recognize her daughter now? Will they both even live to see the end of this war? Sonia bites her lip again, trying to quash every sobering thought welling up to the surface like bubbles in water. Finally, she lets out a little huff.

"I hereby declare the end of this depression conversation," she says brusquely, "unfit as it is for people like us. We deserve something more fun."

She reaches down for the bundle at her feet, unwrapping it in her lap to reveal a bottle of wine, clearly pilfered. Not the best in camp -- she couldn't get away with that, at least not without Ezar for an attempted scapegoat, but hardly the worst, either. No cups, alas, nor do they have such a luxury as cheese this winter, but she'd tucked a few hard scones in there as well. She manages to bring back her smile, picking up the bottle to cradle it with a very Vorish fondness. "You've been looking thirsty lately, Byerly."
vorrutyer: (what a shitty grin)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-01-15 03:39 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ohh." That does distract him quite handily from the subtler line of conversation. Is that really, truly wine? Not maple mead concealed sadistically in a wine bottle? Real wine? His eyes absolutely light up, and his mind feels awash in a shivery delicious anticipation of the tingle of the grapes on his tongue...And it looks proper, too, with an actual vintage. Something they actually bothered to write the year on. And a Vorkosigan wine, too - political and personal loyalty would never allow him to admit this, but he considers the Vorkosigan's District's wines amongst the best on Barrayar. Something about that clay soil that brings out the best in a red.

"Dear Sonia," he sighs, and then looks around with a rather suspicious gaze. There's no one sitting terribly close, but the popping of a cork might potentially lure moochers closer. And so he asks, "Let's take this far away from where anyone might ask for a glass. I have no intention of sharing with anyone save you."
vorbratta: (a hundred and twelve)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-01-15 04:31 pm (UTC)(link)
A-ha. Sonia expected him to be delighted, but that look on Byerly's face is worth twice the stern scowl she'll probably be getting from Count Piotr sometime in the next day or two. Priceless, really. She beams at him, gathering up her things.

"By all means, dear Byerly," she says, not bothering to conceal any smugness, "lead the way."
vorrutyer: (warmth)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-01-15 07:02 pm (UTC)(link)
He sweeps her a bow as he stands, offering his hand in a courtly gesture of support. Once she's up, that hand gets tucked smoothly into the crook of his elbow as he leads her on - out of the line of sight of the other outsiders, still within the circle of guards. No need for any soldiers to come and break this up, after all.

"How did you get your hands on it?" he asks. "Did you ask permission, or will you be asking forgiveness?"
vorbratta: (so pack up mamasita)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-01-15 09:03 pm (UTC)(link)
"A little bit of both." Sonia gives him a devilish grin, not protesting in the least at Byerly's hand. It's darker on the other side of the tent, away from the campfire, and the warmth recedes behind them as they leave. Well, the wine will make up for that. "I wouldn't worry too much about it. I didn't take anything that would be that sorely missed."