dissonance

[isthisart]

Dr. Cheung's at a funeral all day, so Linya decides to go up to London and see if Miles is out of his Mood.

Security has decided to be deeply unhelpful today. She is currently showing them various forms of ID and repeating in a slow, patient voice that she has been here before, there is not more than one of her, and she promises she is not there to assassinate her husband or whatever fool thing has them skittish today. Perhaps she shouldn't drop in while the captain's missing; it seems to make them worse. But she got in before while he was missing...

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[isthisart]

"Miles?"

[thisvorlunatic]

"Linya?" He blinks a few times. "Urgh... that was even worse than head polo. I'd like to go back to not remembering my dreams, please."

[isthisart]

She drops her hand from his shoulder now that he's quite awake. "Try not to have any of those after I've gone to sleep myself."

[thisvorlunatic]

"If I had any control over them, I would happily make that promise."

[isthisart]

"Yes, I know." She sighs. "Head polo?"

[thisvorlunatic]

"Oh... at Dagoola, one of my brighter officers was decapitated by plasma fire in front of me. My dreams have run with the theme a few times, most memorably the time I was playing polo against a bunch of dead Cetagandans using his head as the ball."

[isthisart]

"Somehow I had imagined learning about what you did while you worked being a happier occasion," she remarks.

[thisvorlunatic]

"Sorry."

[isthisart]

"It's okay."

She sighs.

She strokes his hair, just the once, not beyond the bounds of what she might be moved to do for even a particularly deceptive brother-in-law who'd just had a nightmare.

[thisvorlunatic]

He smiles sadly at her.

[isthisart]

She is tempted into one more pet, and then she goes and sits on her chair again.

[thisvorlunatic]

Miles sighs and looks at his hands and sits up, lest he fall asleep again.

[isthisart]

Since Galeni is still asleep, Linya is politely not singing. She has instead been passing the time...

braiding her hair.

She unties her most recent effort and finger-combs out the braid and starts over.

[thisvorlunatic]

[isthisart]

Braid, braid, braid.

"Apparently Galen stole Mark nine feet of some lady's hair from a collector," she murmurs. "To practice on."

[thisvorlunatic]

"And what did Mark think of that?"

[isthisart]

"He can see why you like braiding."

[thisvorlunatic]

"I wonder if he can. ...I suspect so."

[isthisart]

"Can - see why you like it? Is it very complicated?"

[thisvorlunatic]

"Reasonably complicated, yes."

[isthisart]

"Well, now I want to know."

[thisvorlunatic]

"Well... there's the 'your hair is soft and nice to play with' aspect, and there's the 'spending time with my wife' aspect, and there's the challenge aspect, and there's the accomplishment aspect."

[isthisart]

"The challenge and the accomplishment are separate?"

[thisvorlunatic]

"Yes. They're - complementary, but differently enjoyable."

[isthisart]

"Mm." She sighs. "I imagine he and his nine feet of stolen hair didn't exactly bond, though."