[The man Miles had been craning to get a look up at looked... far younger than any clear memory he had of his father. Missing the deep lines of stress, worry and laughter as much as the grey from his hair. Those steel grey eyes were fixed down on Miles, focus in rapid study-
When a new presence enters the room, filling it immediately with a certain pressure. He'd seen the man, by name of Greg Vorthys, but this incarnation of him was nothing like his brief research had allowed.
The strength of the command, the sudden, almost tangible force of the Imperium was enough to make Vorkosigan pause, a shudder crawling down his back. He moved, before he even had thought behind it, pressure off of Miles' back.
It's no relaxed stance, prepared to move, strike if necessary, a fiery gaze settled on Gregor, taking his measure in full.]
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When a new presence enters the room, filling it immediately with a certain pressure. He'd seen the man, by name of Greg Vorthys, but this incarnation of him was nothing like his brief research had allowed.
The strength of the command, the sudden, almost tangible force of the Imperium was enough to make Vorkosigan pause, a shudder crawling down his back. He moved, before he even had thought behind it, pressure off of Miles' back.
It's no relaxed stance, prepared to move, strike if necessary, a fiery gaze settled on Gregor, taking his measure in full.]