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When Tycho awakes, it's immediate. There's no half-asleep mumbling of nightmares, no signal, no sharp intake of breath, no bolting upright in bed. Just his eyes snapping open and then flicking about, taking in his surroundings in one sharp glance. The furnishings are reduced to shadows in the dark, but he recognizes it; room 181, Milliways. Winter fast asleep beside him, her shoulder tucked against his and her face tipped away from him on the pillow, pale skin and hair easy to see even in the little light coming from under the door.

He forces himself to breathe evenly, and he slowly reaches up to scrub his face. No sudden moves; he doesn't want to wake her, and he knows how easy it is to do.

Date: 2006-10-18 04:22 am (UTC)
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She's a spy. She's been train to hear anything, feel the slightest movement, even if asleep.

Yet, in Milliways, and at home, this seems to leave her. Otherwise, she'd never be able to sleep with Tycho's snores. So his scrubbing of his face doesn't bother her, too much.

She does roll closer though. And yawns softly. She'll be waking up soon.

Date: 2006-10-18 04:34 am (UTC)
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He can only be awake so long without her knowing it however, so she'll wake up eventually.

(And he so does snore.)

Eventually happens pretty quickly as, for once, she starts awake, hand jerking out to grab the sheet. She rolls her eyes at herself and looks up at Tycho after a moment. "Hi."

Mission is still fresh on her mind. Sometimes she dreams in explosions.

Date: 2006-10-18 04:40 am (UTC)
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"Bad dream." She murmurs softly, stifling a yawn. "What's your excuse?"

Date: 2006-10-18 04:50 am (UTC)
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She yawns again, but looks quite awake. "I see explosions when I close my eyes." She curls up next to him, closer. "I'll keep you company."

Date: 2006-10-18 04:54 am (UTC)
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"It's the screams that bother me." She mumbles into the crook of his arm. She shivers at his touch.

Date: 2006-10-18 04:59 am (UTC)
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"It's what I do." She mutters. Her living, it kills people. Even innocent ones. He should understand that at the very least.

"But it won't be what I do for long." She rolls over to look at him. "I'm going to retire. Soon."

She strokes at his cheek with a long finger. "What's wrong? Why can't you sleep?"

Mistress of the Subject Change is she.

Date: 2006-10-18 05:05 am (UTC)
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"Not kill people. Probably want to kill people, especially if I aide at the Senate." She sighs.

Then frowns deeply at him. "Don't avoid the question, though."

Date: 2006-10-18 05:12 am (UTC)
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She scrunches up till she's sitting against the pillows, looking down at him now. "Tycho."

She knows him. His even excuses won't work.

Date: 2006-10-18 05:28 am (UTC)
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"Your pilots." She strokes his hair. "Isard's here...that scumrat Thyne is here. They won't be doing great right now, Tycho."

Date: 2006-10-18 05:36 am (UTC)
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"Well...Wes can't do anymore damage...Inyri's gone." She shakes her head, shutting her eyes. "Corran...we can only keep an eye on. Make sure he doesn't do something Wes-like. Irrational. The last thing we need is for someone to shoot Ysanne Isard."

Winter pushes hair out of her face again. "Then things would get just that much worse."

Date: 2006-10-18 05:55 am (UTC)
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"Me too." Winter says blandly. If this place were run by Intel, they'd have been shot already.

And the Bar would be a less welcoming place if run by Intel.

She strokes his hair absently still. "I hate her, Tycho. For what she did to you. I'd blast her myself if I could."

Date: 2006-10-18 06:04 am (UTC)
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Her eyes drift closed for a moment. "Imperials, I suspect, would rather not shoot her. Special cases excluded of course."

Date: 2006-10-18 06:07 am (UTC)
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"Don't--" She starts, then frowns, shifting. "Don't let her get to you here. She can't...she can't take this from us."

The sanctuary they built. Their home where they're actually both there.

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