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Lord Miles Naismith Vorkosigan ([personal profile] dendarii) wrote2017-01-02 09:55 am
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[IC] [Mask or Menace] Contact Post

"This is Miles. Leave a message and I'll respond to you at my earliest convenience."

The line has gone silent; any messages sent to this name only return an error.
vorbarra: (hollow-art05)

[personal profile] vorbarra 2016-02-03 05:11 am (UTC)(link)
[ Gregor doesn't so much as bat an eyelash under this scrutiny. He'd been expecting it. ]

From, I would estimate, about twenty years in your future. The man you are subduing is your own son.

[ There's not one iota of emotion in his voice, but he calculates this revelation for devastating effect. Gregor doesn't even need to remind himself of priorities; he's too well-trained. Miles's injuries take second place to ensuring he doesn't acquire more. It burns him to make that concession, but Gregor will not be distracted by sympathy or sentiment. ]
use_everything: (Vampire bubbles)

[personal profile] use_everything 2016-02-03 05:48 am (UTC)(link)
[It felt like his mind was pouring down a wormhole jump in speed, but still too damn slow. That information made some of it make perfect sense, crystallizing and snapping into place with final clicks.

And some parts floated even further, or were simply dislodged from where they'd settled, tentatively.

Of all of it, there were two parts that stood out, far more true that the muddy sluice of truth and lies...

... The eyes staring up at him were startlingly like Cordelias...

... The set of Gregor's face matched a near-mute child he remembered guiding a small hand to a pyre...

If it was true... God. He remembers hearing the crack, feeling the give under his fingers, intentional or not... he marshals himself carefully.

Aral Vorkosigan stood up, almost entirely on the power of his good leg, locking the knee of the other to stay upright. The pain edging around his eyes and the blood staining the undress greens in a widening plume were otherwise the only hints of how bad it was.]


You'll forgive me if this seems to have gone from suspect to incomplete.
vorbarra: (icon-crack06)

[personal profile] vorbarra 2016-02-03 02:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Good. Step one: remove potential for further violence, done. Step two is deescalate the emotions of the scene until facts can be cleared up. Step three was meant to be addressing physical injury, but Gregor abruptly does not care one single wit about step two and interrupts them both. ]

Lord Vorkosigan -- both of you -- are going to sit down and not attack each other until this is cleared up. Whatever you're doing to suppress his powers, [ and here his voice tightens to command, ] stop it.

[ Humanity is returning to Gregor from behind the Imperial mask, and he steps forward until he's at Miles's side, where he kneels down and puts his hands out, hovering.

Softly, ]
Tell me how to help you up so that I don't hurt you further. [ Aral can take care of himself; indeed, Gregor knows that in about twenty minutes he would not thank him for fussing over him with Miles in such a bad state. One bloody knife wound is not going to stop Aral Vorkosigan. ]
Edited 2016-02-03 14:57 (UTC)
use_everything: (Evaluation)

[personal profile] use_everything 2016-02-03 03:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[At the interruption, Aral swallows the answer to that. The soldier's - no, the Lord Regent's mask that was threatening to crack reinforces itself.

The personal crisis, the flooded feeling of a situation you can't walk back, suspicions, paranoias and a wrenching, growing fear. Those all were ancillary. They could wait. If he was going to fall apart, it wasn't going to be here.

He forced himself to look up from the young man on the floor, to the man kneeling beside him.

A moment passes, weighing, considering. He'd lived too long to not approach it like a potential trap. This was not Barrayar. And it was growing clearer that he had not even a fraction of the picture he needed. If they were enemies still and this another ruse, he gave to that side of his mind, they would give themselves to him.

He acquiesces to the order, cutting the mental bonds with a sharp motion of his hand.

He gives no other answer, no interruption that would impede Miles or Gregor, just shifted his balance carefully and waited.]
vorbarra: (ether-bunny29)

[personal profile] vorbarra 2016-02-03 05:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Gregor has his link to Aral already squeezed shut, but he can feel it blossoming into existence in Miles's head through him. Worse, he gets all of Miles's pain reverberating through him, and even braced for it he takes a sharp, quick breath. He wants to offer to take some of it on himself, but he can't right now, not and be any use at all. Later.

Grimly, ]
I'm carrying you, and no complaints. [ Gregor is in no mood to deal with pride. Gingerly, he slides an arm under Miles's knees and another under his shoulders, and as he stands up with him he goes slowly. Fortunately there's still a pile of blankets and pillows on the couch, not cleaned up yet, and he deposits Miles there with even more care than he'd picked him up with.

You really have to stop doing this, he whispers to him, all gentleness and no blame. Trying to defuse some of the situation. Lucy is going to scold us. ]
use_everything: (Seen the depth and took its measure)

[personal profile] use_everything 2016-02-03 06:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[There were poisons and toxins that you were infected with in the hierarchy of war, but there were some that the wars themselves left. When he'd felt an irrational spring of emotion that were keenly, rationally not his, he'd simply breathed, reminded himself of stress and a new world beside and shoved them as far from his consciousness has could be done.

He hadn't made the connection to the third, enigmatic power listed on the file he'd received, until now.

His son.

At once, the knot was cut. Tangles too twisted to find their origin or release simply fluttered away, meaningless now.

The waves of pain were indisputable, the only reason singular. (Somewhere, he can feel the sensation of the snap again under his fingers. Hear it. Echoed in the thin wail of a child so small he could have held him in one hand...) His son. What a complicated, greedy thing joy can be, to slide under the heavy patchwork of everything else racing through his mind.

His voice was hoarse, face abruptly so pale it might have been green for it, though he waited until Miles was settled, the show of incredible care played out.]


To ask was the plan.

Among talk of revenge, the hatred seemed honest. It would be a narrow window.

[It was strategic, sound, and so very pale and useless now. He hadn't meant to injure, but what plan survived first contact with battle?]
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vorbarra: (ether-bunny48)

[personal profile] vorbarra 2016-02-03 07:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Gregor can only imagine how awful it is for Aral to have this belated realization of who he'd hurt. It's too bad, because his anger is a low, simmering thing, undirected. It would be unfair to give it a direction, really-- they're all equally to blame, with their lies. At least he's used to removing anger from his management of situations.

And gosh, Miles, but implying you hate yourself isn't going to do much better. Gregor straightens up (impossible not to with his hyper-conscientiousness of this Aral meeting him for the first time as an adult) but remains standing beside Miles, not out of any protectiveness but because that's how the lines are unconsciously drawn out.

He needs to put to rest this whole confusion at once, in as few words as possible. ]


The issue was me, [ he says bluntly. ] For obvious reasons I cannot go around proclaiming who I am, but then we needed to explain why Miles would care about me. We based as much as possible on truth, but we'll sort out the threads later.

What's relevant now is that there is no clone, and neither of us have any issue with anyone Vorkosigan. [ A moment's pause, before he assures him more quietly, ] There is no rift.
use_everything: (They made what into a tree?)

[personal profile] use_everything 2016-02-03 09:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[It was a quick, smart move of Gregor's pay, heading off the rift that could be made. It had been a passing concept, still too new and crowded to take root.

Aral took a breath in and let it out slowly. It did less than it could have.]


I imagine there are more than a share of stories behind a story that wild.

But I would have it wait until we've sought aid.

[He looks, finally, back up to Gregor, meeting his eyes. It's neither an entreaty or an order, but an understanding.]
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[personal profile] vorbarra 2016-02-04 02:17 am (UTC)(link)
[ Gregor meets Aral's eyes without flinching, priorities mutually aligned.

Then he shifts his gaze back to Miles and says with a note of warning in his voice, ]
I am disinclined to let this get any more convoluted. I don't want another repeat of this. My suggestion is to go as close to the truth as possible.

Lord Vorkosigan is your Lord Vorkosigan's father. You've been careful to leave your parents free of implication of wrong-doing. There should be no difficulty.

Does that suit?

[ Gregor speaks levelly, not impatiently, but Miles can likely feel the thrum of urgency in him to get a healer over here. He is not willing to put this off much longer, feeling his pain like that; already he is instinctively trying to rope some over to him, enough so Miles can breathe comfortably. He's started to get the trick of detaching himself from the pain, instead of thinking it's coming from his own flesh and bone. Surely he can handle a little bit of it... ]
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[personal profile] use_everything 2016-02-04 03:10 am (UTC)(link)
[Miles may catch a sense of disquiet from his father, but the man himself said nothing. He was not going to add complication or question at this juncture.

He'd rather watch them, for now, anyway.

He eyed a nearby desk and chair. Gauging it worth it, paced the short, limping walk it took to slide into the chair, immediately pressing the injury to slow its bleeding.]
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[personal profile] vorbarra 2016-02-04 03:31 am (UTC)(link)
[ Oh. Yes, he's right. It's just starting to become automatic... Probably a dangerous habit, that. Kitty's words echo in his ears, but Gregor doesn't have time to worry about them. ]

That's who I was thinking, unless you think the both of you will be too much for her. [ Because Gregor absolutely has not forgotten that Aral has a stab wound, for all it's been de-prioritized. ] I need to tell Kitty you're not dead, too, [ he adds with a touch of asperity.

He glances between them. ]
I'll be right over there. [ By which he means he will slink off to give them a little intentionally alone time to talk while he texts everyone. Gregor remembers the look they'd traded after Vordrozda's treason charge, and does not imagine that a timeline difference is going to alter the fundamental intensity of that connection. He has no part in it. ]
use_everything: (Don't play that line with me)

[personal profile] use_everything 2016-02-04 04:33 am (UTC)(link)
[Aral doesn't speak up for several long moments after the preferences in healers were quite settled. Instead he simply.. watched the man his son would grow up into.

There's a wary greed to his gaze, as if a man who'd suddenly found himself very rich but no trace as to how in his ledgers. There were lines of history there, scars and creases, mysterious for all that could be guessed...

And the purpling under the skin he could see clearly swelling was an inescapable present.]


It hadn't been my intention. Had I known...

[It's quiet, rough, as much of that black guilt radiating off of him as when Miles had said something similar.]
use_everything: (Did you get the number on that lightflye)

[personal profile] use_everything 2016-02-04 02:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[The flat, simple astonishment sliced through the black between them, nearly filling the space. It was echoed clearly on Vorkosigan's face, the mask falling to complete bafflement.]

Good god, boy. What would give you the impression of disappointment?
illuminescent: (Lucy - first in faith)

Let me know if this is too soon

[personal profile] illuminescent 2016-02-04 02:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[That's the sound of hooves outside, and then a knock on the door; she's somehow managed to translate her businesslike attitude to healing to the knocking.

Luckily it had been a relatively quiet day in the clinic, but she still looks more like a nurse than a queen, in scrubs. The only sign of her rank is the casual gold comb in her hair and the fact that her saddle is more a piece of art than it is useful, and it's very useful.]


Admiral?
vorbarra: (baobabble13)

how about Gregor-Lucy for a few tags with Miles-Aral in a separate thread and then melding?

[personal profile] vorbarra 2016-02-04 02:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Gregor goes to receive her, having an odd moment of anachronism between the horse and the scrubs that he resolves more easily than most given he's Barrayaran.

He ushers her in quietly. ]


He's laying down in the living room. Let's give them a moment first. [ Because Gregor is still tapped into the link, and can feel the roiling emotions of an important moment. ]
illuminescent: (Lucy - that's a lie)

[personal profile] illuminescent 2016-02-04 05:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[She's not surprised to see him but she is surprised at being stopped-]

Most honorable-

[She looks puzzled a moment, and her eyebrows go up, confused. She does not at all look pleased.]

You asked me to come quickly.

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[personal profile] use_everything 2016-02-04 03:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[Miles had likely had officers, sick with the implications of nepotism that looked at him with less hungry scrutiny than his father did at that moment.

Disappointment didn't slide into the wake.]


Miles... [His throat felt dry, but the name felt good to say.] It was yesterday. Just the day before, that you were born. I hired honest, plain men, as Betan as I could find on the planet. [He lets that thought spool out where it would, pain siphoning a bit of focus here and there. It was a petty thief at best.] It wasn't hard. It seems to be a side effect of that kind of brilliance... but I wanted to know what war you were facing.

[No disappointment. Wonder. Humility. Pride. Breathlessly so.]

You won...

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