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Mark Pierre Vorkosigan / "Peter Kane" ([personal profile] jacksonian) wrote in [community profile] barrayar2016-01-22 09:49 pm

I am junking up this beautiful community with this junk

All the other starters are so beautiful but instead I'm coming in and ruining everything with this useless post with this sad sack
Comment to this post and I will write you something
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[personal profile] vorbarra 2016-01-26 10:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[That anger is interesting, but Gregor can't begin to guess at its cause. There could be a thousand things. He certainly has justification for a whole array of reasons to be angry. Besides, Gregor feels it's a little too close to the line on invading privacy to react to something he wasn't deliberately given.]

Oh, yes-- I did account for that. I could tell you those calculations, too, but they're depressing. I just thought... No one had really asked you yet. So I asked.
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[personal profile] vorbarra 2016-01-26 11:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[As self-confident and poised as he can seem, Gregor is not immune to being thanked and there is some warm relief, even gladness, at knowing he hadn't made the wrong decision there. He'd stepped in and overridden anyone else's ability to handle the situation-- it's more heavy-handed than Gregor usually likes to be. But he's getting used to that, gradually; he's starting to learn when to step forward and when to step back.

Getting confirmation he'd made the right choice here is beyond nice.

At the question, he sets back in his chair, clearly taking this seriously.]
Not entirely. The sincerity clause in my oath binding opens up a lot of avenues for me on that front. But the wording of the oath I'd have demanded would change, and I'd want... mm, proof, something, to demonstrate why you'd changed your mind.

So given up, no. But not pursued you, either. I would've respected your decision.
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[personal profile] vorbarra 2016-01-27 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
[In a voice as dry as dust,] Despite what you've been told, I do not jump at the whims of Vorkosigans. Whatever relationship you have with them is your own. If you'd like me to intercede, you may ask.
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[personal profile] vorbarra 2016-01-27 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
[If Gregor couldn't separate his personal feelings from his Imperial feelings, Aral Vorkosigan would probably sense it from across all of space-time and show up to lecture him about it. Him being in the same city just shortens his travel time.

He refrains his sarcastic instinct to say, I wouldn't know; I've never had a brother, judging that he still needs a delicate hand here.]


Like I said, whatever relationship you have with them is your own. They could disown you tomorrow and you'd still be my liege-sworn. [Gregor holds his gaze with his, steady.] Understand?
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[personal profile] vorbarra 2016-01-27 03:02 am (UTC)(link)
I was speaking as the Emperor. If you'd like me to just talk to you as myself, that's a different conversation.
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[personal profile] vorbarra 2016-01-27 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
... It's impossible for me to be unbiased on the subject. They've carried me, often literally, from the time I was four years old. Every doubt in them I've ever had has been disproven, every trust in them validated.

But you've been fed a stack of vitriolic lies on them for your whole life, [Gregor counters himself bluntly.] I don't expect some pretty words from me to dissuade you. If you want an insider's view, I can give you that, but for the most part I think you'll have to see for yourself.
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[personal profile] vorbarra 2016-01-27 03:15 am (UTC)(link)
[He stills.] You want to see my memories directly? [he asks slowly, to be sure.

Gregor's not sure how he feels about that. He does extend some preliminary trust, and he has a lot of good-feeling toward him in general, but memories are so... personal. They come with feelings, impressions, not just factual recountings. It would reveal a lot of his own weaknesses. He's not sure.]
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[personal profile] vorbarra 2016-01-27 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
[A long moment's pause.]

Are we still talking without the Imperium behind it? [He looks shuttered as he asks that, but that he's asking at all is Gregor's version of how Mark had slowed down eating earlier: a signal of trust growing.]
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[personal profile] vorbarra 2016-01-27 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
[A twist of his lips, concealed dark humor.] That is the question, [he murmurs. Can he ever separate himself from the Imperium that much? It's just a fiction that he does. But it's a fiction that he needs to stay sane.

Gregor lets out a breath.]
All right. It unnerves me because I have had to guard my weaknesses very closely, my whole life. You probably know something about that. But if you'd like to see one memory, one that has nothing to do with the Imperium, I think I have one I could share.

[Trust. Trust. He's the one saying he needs to take that step and expecting Mark to do it would be cruel. Practicing what you preach is tough.]
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[personal profile] vorbarra 2016-01-27 04:17 am (UTC)(link)
[Truthfully, he's not as sanguine about not advocating for the Vorkosigans as he's trying to put across. Gregor wants for them to be happy-- all four of them, as he really does include him in that number, admittedly with a proviso for if he declares himself not one of them, he will amend his view. Or he'll try to. He just has so many emotional memories tied up in this family, it's extremely difficult for Gregor to separate everything. That he's managed to so far is real testament to how strictly he maintains his Imperial facade.]

I don't want to, exactly, but I think it would do you good to see it. [He sounds self-conscious, but accepting. More gently,] You'll have to open up.

[And he is simultaneously bracing himself for the resulting rush of anxiety he expects to feel.]
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[personal profile] vorbarra 2016-01-27 09:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[Thank God, really-- it gives him hope that he can handle this as necessary on a daily basis. Gregor would find a way to handle it regardless, of course, since he sees it as part of his duties as liege-lord, but that it won't be as difficult as he'd feared is one concern brushed away. And, too, it gives him hope for him as a person finding himself.

Gregor's mindscape is smooth and focused, everything neatly tucked away that he doesn't want to show. Practice combined with natural inclination toward self-control has made him good at this, and he shuffles forward the memory without any stray thoughts intervening. There's just a faint reluctance, and a wistful nostalgia.

The memory is a short one. It's more of an impression than anything-- an event that happened so often Gregor couldn't point to one specific instance of it. There's no details, just a belief of this happening. He is nine and Miles is four and they are in the part of the Residence the Vorkosigans lived in, Gregor following Aral back on one of his two hour lunches by the simple expedient of walking after him and leaving his security to scramble in his wake. The new ones took a while to feel comfortable physically moving him places, so he always took advantage of it while he could.

He says nothing in this memory: he just watches Aral go from remote and closed off, calculating and political as he always is around Gregor, to soft and paternal with aching, exquisite care. He lowers himself to his knees and lays on the floor with a tiny Miles whose entire low back and legs are encased in braces, whose eyes are alight but his mouth is closed, and Aral shows him patiently and seriously how to dissemble and rebuild some mechanical thing Gregor hadn't identified. Or maybe he's making up stories about the tiny toy soldiers, family heirlooms... He's not sure.

He'd watched this with a hollowness in him, an unfilled yearning. This is what a father is and I don't remember mine followed by a less diffuse, keener pain of missing his mother, who he does remember hazily. He's the only Vorbarra and there is no one to claim him, no one to lay on the floor with him and ruin his dignity with. And just as he's thinking this, there's a hand scruffing his hair and he starts in surprise, turning, and Cordelia's tall composed form of skirts and roan hair breaks into a smile. "How are you doing, kiddo? Want to come sit with me?" And Gregor says nothing but follows her eagerly to a table, where she sits and talks to him.

He can't remember what she ever said in those talks. He just remembers it had nothing to do with being Emperor.

Cast over this whole memory is the point of it: I'm not one of them but I'm welcome anyway. What he hopes Miles's brother can see and find for himself, if he can't bring himself to go further.

The memory fades in and out with the ghostly distance of childhood.]
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[personal profile] vorbarra 2016-01-28 04:53 am (UTC)(link)
[There's a pause, a stillness like currents stopping as he processes that, before motion resumes.

Maybe at times. But it's an ugly feeling, envy-- it's false. Miles's life... There's a flash of him white-faced and silent at age six, too skinny even then, being forced through some new torture of physical therapy. A corresponding flash of Aral coaxing him through it. Mostly I'm relieved that he has them.

Besides, envy implies that what you have isn't enough.


Another flash: Gregor at fifteen, paralyzed and blank as some Count tries to entrap him into swearing something he doesn't understand, with what Mark probably recognizes as a panic attack building under his skin. Now Aral smoothly steps in front of him and drives the Count away with a few well-placed sharpened words.

Cordelia and Gregor, demonstrably much older, in the manicured Imperial Gardens eating lunch and speaking very quietly, wisdom in her eyes. He keeps the words indistinct again, but it's undeniable that what they're sharing is deeply personal by the cant of their body language toward each other and the distance of the guards from them.

It's enough.]

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