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two of them collapsed together in a sated pile, with barely enough energy to settle themselves in for sleep.
"I'm tired," Dounia said, and she sounded drained.
Ira had been trying to distract her from the argument that Dounia had just had with Tanya, but it looked like Dounia was still worried about it.
"Maybe things will be different tomorrow," Ira offered.
"I doubt it."
"Sleep, kotyonok ," Ira said softly.
Dounia relaxed into their embrace and her breath soon evened out, slow and deep. Ira pressed her face into Dounia's hair and breathed, Dounia's scent calming her. Dounia wasn't the only one who worried about her loved ones.
TWO
Dounia saw a flash of familiar black hair and heavy-lensed frames and immediately hid behind the corner. She was somewhat ashamed of how she was avoiding Tanya, but she didn't know what to say anymore. Things were complicated.
"Are you hiding again?" Meow asked grumpily from around her neck. "This is getting to be annoying, Dounia. You need to talk to her."
"You sound like Ira," grumbled Dounia, shoulders stiffening.
"Ira is right," Meow said. "You do need to talk to her. She leaves in the morning."
Dounia hadn't known that.
"To the front?" she asked in a whisper.
"Where else? She hasn't changed her mind just because you won't talk to her."
Dounia bit hard on her lip and didn't say anything else. She didn't want to tell Meow that she'd very childishly been hoping that Tanya would feel guilty about Dounia avoiding her and do exactly that. Apparently Tanya was made of sterner stuff than she'd thought and wasn't backing down. Dounia should have realized she wouldn't. If she wouldn't listen to their parents, there was no way that she would listen to Dounia.
Meow made a sharp noise and jumped down off her shoulder. "If you're going to be this silly, I'm going to find Ira."
Dounia was avoiding Ira as well. Not as much as Tanya, but only because she had to work with Ira still. But outside of practicing manoeuvres and doing more nightly bombing raids, she wasn't talking much to Ira either. Ira kept trying to talk her into making up with Tanya, and Dounia just didn't want to do it. Nor did she want to talk about it or why she didn't want to talk about it. Or anything to do with feelings, really.
Dounia knew she was bad at explaining feelings, and didn't like talking about them in general. It was causing problems now, and had in the past as well. It was not her most endearing quality.
The best part about the whole situation was that Dounia knew she had this problem and was still adamantly refusing to try and fix it. Never mind that Tanya was the younger of the two; Dounia was the one being childish.
Dounia peeked around the corner again and sighed. Tanya was sprawled on the ground with several of the other pilots and navigators of the regiment, one of whom was Ira. Ira and Tanya were sitting together and chatting.
"So are you going to go talk to them yet?"
Dounia stifled a yelp and jumped back, glaring down at Meow, who had snuck up behind her. Meow flicked his tail and regarded her with a flat, unwavering stare, as only cats can.
"I can't talk to them," Dounia hissed. "It's not as if Tanya would listen to me anyway. She's already made up her mind to go."
"So you're not going to say goodbye to your sister just because she's not doing as you say?" Meow asked. "What was the last thing you said to her? Do you want those to be your final words before she has to go into dangerous territory?"
"Now you're really sounding like Ira," Dounia growled. "Why is she taking Tanya's side in this? Ira's my lover, not hers."
"Yes, and Tanya's your sister. Everybody is yours and because they are yours, they are only allowed to do what you want. Also, you might want to keep your voice down, someone might hear you."
"I'm pretty sure they already know," Dounia grumbled.
"Assuming something and hearing it said aloud are two different things," Meow said. "No one can accuse you based on an assumption. But
"I'm tired," Dounia said, and she sounded drained.
Ira had been trying to distract her from the argument that Dounia had just had with Tanya, but it looked like Dounia was still worried about it.
"Maybe things will be different tomorrow," Ira offered.
"I doubt it."
"Sleep, kotyonok ," Ira said softly.
Dounia relaxed into their embrace and her breath soon evened out, slow and deep. Ira pressed her face into Dounia's hair and breathed, Dounia's scent calming her. Dounia wasn't the only one who worried about her loved ones.
TWO
Dounia saw a flash of familiar black hair and heavy-lensed frames and immediately hid behind the corner. She was somewhat ashamed of how she was avoiding Tanya, but she didn't know what to say anymore. Things were complicated.
"Are you hiding again?" Meow asked grumpily from around her neck. "This is getting to be annoying, Dounia. You need to talk to her."
"You sound like Ira," grumbled Dounia, shoulders stiffening.
"Ira is right," Meow said. "You do need to talk to her. She leaves in the morning."
Dounia hadn't known that.
"To the front?" she asked in a whisper.
"Where else? She hasn't changed her mind just because you won't talk to her."
Dounia bit hard on her lip and didn't say anything else. She didn't want to tell Meow that she'd very childishly been hoping that Tanya would feel guilty about Dounia avoiding her and do exactly that. Apparently Tanya was made of sterner stuff than she'd thought and wasn't backing down. Dounia should have realized she wouldn't. If she wouldn't listen to their parents, there was no way that she would listen to Dounia.
Meow made a sharp noise and jumped down off her shoulder. "If you're going to be this silly, I'm going to find Ira."
Dounia was avoiding Ira as well. Not as much as Tanya, but only because she had to work with Ira still. But outside of practicing manoeuvres and doing more nightly bombing raids, she wasn't talking much to Ira either. Ira kept trying to talk her into making up with Tanya, and Dounia just didn't want to do it. Nor did she want to talk about it or why she didn't want to talk about it. Or anything to do with feelings, really.
Dounia knew she was bad at explaining feelings, and didn't like talking about them in general. It was causing problems now, and had in the past as well. It was not her most endearing quality.
The best part about the whole situation was that Dounia knew she had this problem and was still adamantly refusing to try and fix it. Never mind that Tanya was the younger of the two; Dounia was the one being childish.
Dounia peeked around the corner again and sighed. Tanya was sprawled on the ground with several of the other pilots and navigators of the regiment, one of whom was Ira. Ira and Tanya were sitting together and chatting.
"So are you going to go talk to them yet?"
Dounia stifled a yelp and jumped back, glaring down at Meow, who had snuck up behind her. Meow flicked his tail and regarded her with a flat, unwavering stare, as only cats can.
"I can't talk to them," Dounia hissed. "It's not as if Tanya would listen to me anyway. She's already made up her mind to go."
"So you're not going to say goodbye to your sister just because she's not doing as you say?" Meow asked. "What was the last thing you said to her? Do you want those to be your final words before she has to go into dangerous territory?"
"Now you're really sounding like Ira," Dounia growled. "Why is she taking Tanya's side in this? Ira's my lover, not hers."
"Yes, and Tanya's your sister. Everybody is yours and because they are yours, they are only allowed to do what you want. Also, you might want to keep your voice down, someone might hear you."
"I'm pretty sure they already know," Dounia grumbled.
"Assuming something and hearing it said aloud are two different things," Meow said. "No one can accuse you based on an assumption. But
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