OOM for Bela

[ikissdhimbck]

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The bar is loud, and Kate looks like she's about ready to pass out at any moment. Scaling the stairs to get to her room isn't high on her list of Things To Do right now, but with a little encouragement from Bela she manages to get up as far as the second landing before she has to stop and sit down.

Her mind is reeling, her body is shaking, and though this isn't the most private of settings, it is at least much quieter. In a minute or two, she'll be able to think about getting up and walking the rest of the way to her room.

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[ikissdhimbck]

"Have y'ever had the previous form of your dead lover walk back in b'fore?"

[not_lugosi]

"Well, no. I had a dead lover come back to life. It was just kind of weird. So you are way ahead of me there."

She's not being flippant. Her tone is more factual than anything. It's the chocolate and the whiskey talking. She's feeling a little on the light-headed side.

[ikissdhimbck]

"You did?"

Beat.

"What'd... what'd you do?"

[not_lugosi]

"Oh, no, it wasn't like what's happening to you. I mean, he'd been dead the whole time. Here. And then he wasn't anymore. So it was just weird. I couldn't even tell the difference."

She stares at the box of chocolates in her hand.

"Um. Maybe I should change the subject about now."

[ikissdhimbck]

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"Oh."

Something suddenly makes a whole lot more sense to Kate; which is ironic, considering the absurdity of Bela's words.

Bloody Milliways.

"I'm sorry."

Beat.

"You're right, I should jus' sleep on it. Give myself some time t'think," she mutters apologetically. "I'll be okay."

If only she could make herself sound more sure of that.

She smiles weakly in reply to Bela's last remark, and brushes her hand.

"Why don't y'finish tellin' me your story. From earlier. An' I'll tell y'more about Buchel's Bank."

The very thought of anything other than what's happening here and now with Doc in the Bar is hard to conjure. Kate's desperate for answers -- but there are no answers. So she'll settle for a distraction, instead.

[not_lugosi]

"Don't be sorry. It's- a bizarre night. All bets are off."

If Kate was a man, Bela would know how to comfort her. Sex is easy. Sex takes you out of the world for a little while, and when it's over, the release is enough to take the edge off the worst of turmoil. Unfortunately, Kate is not a man, and Bela just doesn't get into women that way.

She'd like to comfort her, though, with something besides liquor.

"Hey, um, this may sound strange, but- I could brush your hair out. If you wanted. When I was small, one of my nannies would brush my hair when I was sad, and it- Well, it always calmed me down."

Her words falter because they sound fucking ridiculous to her ears. "Never mind. I mean, it's a stupid idea. I can totally finish telling you the story, and I can't wait to hear about the bank."

[ikissdhimbck]

A quiet pause passes between them, as Kate's gaze (which had been focused on one of the chocolate boxes sitting between them), goes distant.



"I'd like that."

It doesn't sound stupid, or juvenile to Kate. Only the higher-class can afford to have others comb through their hair for them at night, before bed. But, the social structure of her day and world aside, the thought is a comfort to her. It's been fifteen years since the last time her momma combed her hair, and her daddy... loved her, but was awful when it came to getting the knots out.

"I'd let somma the girls in my class brush out my hair on occasion," she murmurs, a secret smile playing on the corners of her mouth. "They loved t'play with it."

She slips her legs back out from under her, and stands.

[not_lugosi]

"Yeah? Really?"

Oh! Okay. This is good. This is doing something to help that does not involve painfully searching for words or getting drunk.

"Where's your brush? I warn you - I've only been brushed and not done the brushing, but I think I'll know how."

[ikissdhimbck]

She laughs, and though it is a tired, helpless sound, it's still a laugh.

"S'in the bathroom. Lemme get it. I know you don't got clumsy hands, so I'm not afraid."

She retrieves the brush, which looks like an antique by modern standards. It's a fine, horsehair brush with a round, silver handle, engraved with a floral design.

"Where d'you want me to sit?"

[not_lugosi]

"After tonight? Wherever the hell you want."

This is strange. But it's strange in a good way, and not an awkward, uncomfortable way. Before Milliways, she had no time for friends and girlfriends were an abstraction. Even as a child, she was the odd one out, thanks to her situation at home. There were girls who were friends, but never close friends.

She never had hair-brushing friends.

[ikissdhimbck]

Neither did Kate. She got on well enough with the girls at university, but most of them were preoccupied with suitors, while she was preoccupied with academics.

(Her father was proud.)

She settles near Bela's feet on the rug, and begins to unbraid her hair.

"Thank you."

She tips her head back so she can see Bela, sincerity shining bright in her too-blue eyes. They look every bit as much as a wind-whipped sea as one would expect after a night like tonight.

[not_lugosi]

Bela glances down at Kate's eyes and expression, but averts her eyes quickly. It's a bit too much emotion to deal with. She'll focus on brushing.

"You start at the tips and work your way up, in case there are tangles," she says, brushing carefully. "At least that's what- God, I've forgotten her name. But she was one of the nice ones. They didn't last long, the nice ones."

She falls into a rhythm as she methodically brushes her way through Kate's long hair. It's easy once you get going, except for the occasional snag from a tangle.

In that way, it's not too dissimilar from friendship, Bela thinks.