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"Let me," Belarus said, so imperiously that Vietnam handed the heavy comb to her without thinking; she inspected it for a moment, then sank gracefully down on the bed beside her and began pulling it through the other woman's loosed ponytail. Vietnam had stiffened with surprise at Belarus's intrusion, but the rhythm of the comb was soothing and exact, and soon she found herself turning her head to allow Belarus better access.
When at last the brushstrokes slowed, she twisted back -- to say what she had no idea -- but was arrested by the sight of Belarus bent over a lapful of shining hair, her own pale locks coiling over Vietnam's black.
Belarus raised her eyes without quite meeting Vietnam's. "Like ice and dark water," she said distantly, and smiled a little smile, the warmest that Vietnam had ever seen cross her face.
When at last the brushstrokes slowed, she twisted back -- to say what she had no idea -- but was arrested by the sight of Belarus bent over a lapful of shining hair, her own pale locks coiling over Vietnam's black.
Belarus raised her eyes without quite meeting Vietnam's. "Like ice and dark water," she said distantly, and smiled a little smile, the warmest that Vietnam had ever seen cross her face.