[Barrayar rarely tolerated the media circuses, the dazzling shows and immortalized moments that the rest of the civilized universe seemed to invite. Images of the Butcher were official photos, or those moments where the lion stormed out of his den. There were so few speeches to watch, but there were declarations, eloquent but hard, like folded steel.
There was nothing to show him at rest, or relaxed.
Never the less, the man in front of him had only a few sprinkles of grey in his hair, rather than most of it turned with time. The lines on his face were a fresher stress, held rigid...
But there was no mistaking him, his profile, or the sharp, unnerving eyes that focused on the clone... softening as he sees his son.]
Miles.
[The distraction had mercifully given the clone respite from the one thing that would have broken the whole charade: that moment of deadly intent was missed. Instead, Aral looked up and saw his son, a fist full of cereal at the kitchen table, looking very much caught.
With some private amusement, he simply raises an eyebrow in question. His boots echo clearly on the linoleum as he unhurriedly paced around the table to the counter behind. Reaching above the knife block to the cabinet, he simply fetches one bowl.
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There was nothing to show him at rest, or relaxed.
Never the less, the man in front of him had only a few sprinkles of grey in his hair, rather than most of it turned with time. The lines on his face were a fresher stress, held rigid...
But there was no mistaking him, his profile, or the sharp, unnerving eyes that focused on the clone... softening as he sees his son.]
Miles.
[The distraction had mercifully given the clone respite from the one thing that would have broken the whole charade: that moment of deadly intent was missed. Instead, Aral looked up and saw his son, a fist full of cereal at the kitchen table, looking very much caught.
With some private amusement, he simply raises an eyebrow in question. His boots echo clearly on the linoleum as he unhurriedly paced around the table to the counter behind. Reaching above the knife block to the cabinet, he simply fetches one bowl.
And sets it in front of 'Miles.']