[ open post: sonia ]

[vorbratta]

Sonia Vorbarra Vorpatril

every Sonia under the sun

your choice of:

wartime: "canon" Sonia during the 20-year-long Cetagandan occupation

for barrayar: 4b AU Sonia, post-game

wine mom: post-massacre single wine mom Sonia, now Lady Vorpatril, raising her baby boy Padma

alignment swap: bad end AU where Padma dies in the massacre and Sonia goes on a heinous revenge quest after the civil war

visualosities 4b bio kink list

credit: photosynthesis

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betan bull hell yes a++

[vorbratta]

Sonia knows exactly who all of the Emperor's guests are, and she's just as amused at the reactions the Betan scientists are getting from the Barrayarans in attendance. They don't really understand the concept of paramilitary very well, it seems, but then again, it's been a long time since a Betan Survey officer was a guest of the Barrayaran Emperor.

She finally makes it over to the Survey officers -- well, that one stand-out officer in particular with captain's tabs on his collar and nearly a full head of height over most men in the room. Impressive on Barrayar. She does wonder what they're putting in the water on Beta Colony these days -- and where he got that eyepatch. Not the sort of thing you usually pick up in Survey.

"Captain," she greets him with a flash of a sunny smile at him and his crew, her eyes bright. Her wine glass is only half-full, and she reaches out with her free hand to offer it to him -- a Barrayaran-style kiss on the hand or a more galactic handshake, it's up to him. She's curious to see what he'll do. "I do apologize for making my greetings so late. I trust you're enjoying the party?"

[justoutside]

His guys don't pay her much mind than a rowdy cheer of greeting. The booze is high price and free flowing and the Chargers' crew have never been ones to abstain. Bull feels more than sees the subtle shift of Krem moving to sit in his blindside. It gives him more than enough assurance to smile up at the beautiful woman, giving her the bulk of his focus.

"Ah, don't sweat it," Bull tells her, taking her hand carefully in his. He does his duty, a quick light kiss to her knuckles and a slight seated bow. He's not for titles, but he knows who he's talking to. "Emperor throws a hell of a party."

[vorbratta]

"Mm." Sonia sips at her wine and smiles brilliantly at him, tickled by his adhesion to Barrayaran customs rather than Betan. Her own Barrayaran accent isn't nearly as thick as most of the other attendees and state officials, a few traces of that Betan twang still lingering here and there in her voice.

"He certainly hosts one," she concedes, her smile tilted as she brushes her hair over her shoulder. "But I'm afraid my cousin isn't much of a party planner. HIs idea of entertainment is, hmm...not especially well-suited to state affairs." She looks amused more than anything, and offers a slight bow of her head. "I took the liberty of handling the details. Ah, but forgive me for not properly introducing myself -- Lady Sonia Vorpatril."