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14 July 2010 @ 10:57 pm


Shards of Memory


You can't step into the same mirror twice
You become your own mirror
Fluid, reflective
Steps of the existential journey:

A mother, shot while dining;
A war, too young (always too young for war, always);
A beautiful man with a dangerous smile;
His sister, more dangerous still;
Empty years.

Then Cordelia, myself her prisoner
Miles, our greatest achievent;
Regency, governorship, fatherhood, Grandpa.

The dishonourable won't ever win.
Not while there are shopping expeditions.

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aral_vorkosigan
06 May 2009 @ 01:02 pm


Title: Enemy Lines
Author: fajrdrako
Fandom: Lois McMaster Bujold's Vorkosigan novels, primarily Shards of Honour
Characters: Aral Vorkosigan, Piotr Vorkosigan, references to Cordelia Naismith
Length: 515 words
Challenge: Response to a drabble challenge issued by trialia for a drabble about Aral and Cordelia. I hope she will forgive me that this is a ficlet, not a drabble, and though it is about Aral and Cordelia, she doesn't actually show her face.
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Not mine, no claims, all property of Lois McMaster Bujold.
Notes: Spoilers for the novel Shards of Honour by Lois McMaster Bujold. Set after the destruction of the Barrayaran fleet, after Cordelia went back to Beta Colony. Cross-posted to my lj, my Dreamwidth account, bujold_fic, and aral_vorkosigan.

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aral_vorkosigan
24 July 2008 @ 09:35 pm
Prompt #240:  - Discuss an individual who scared you - for theatrical_muse

Monsters

My earliest fears were the usual sorts of things - monsters under the bed or in the broom closet.  Mother would comfort me, all soft skin and lavender.  Father told me that soldiers were brave, and taught me to fight monsters with a sword or gun.  If you're strong, he said, nothing can get you.

So I stopped fearing the monsters of my imagination, and started fearing real people.   The Emperor, my cousin, and his soldiers.  They killed people who disagreed with him. They killed people who agreed with them.  They killed relatives and strangers and there was no anticipating who, or when, or why.

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Character: Aral Vorkosigan
Fandom: Vorkosigan novels by Lois McMaster Bujold
Words: 315

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aral_vorkosigan
18 June 2008 @ 05:52 pm

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Home?  Home was an illusion. 


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Character: Aral Vorkosigan
Fandom: Vorkosigan novels by Lois McMaster Bujold
Words: 424

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aral_vorkosigan
22 May 2008 @ 10:26 pm
#231 "Everything passes. Nobody gets anything for keeps. And that's how we've got to live." Haruki Murakami.

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Every month, Aral Vorkosigan's accountant came to him to give him the details of his current financial state.  Every month, Aral listened with half an ear to his explanations and advice, agreed with all his suggestions, and signed over his military pay in return for his monthly allowance. 



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Character: Aral Vorkosigan
Fandom: Vorkosigan novels by Lois McMaster Bujold
Words: 471

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aral_vorkosigan
08 May 2008 @ 10:00 pm
#229 - If you could get anyone drunk, who would it be and what would you do?

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Aral said, aloud, "I'm stinking drunk."

Only two of his companions, Piers and Tabor, were still conscious to hear him.  Hypervodka will do that to a man.  Even to a Vor lord. Lying on the floor in the Emperor's Green Lounge, his elbow on the elegantly-brocaded Imperial Green Sofa, Aral laughed, and drank some more.  It was like molten starfire. It was, of course, highly illegal.


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Character: Aral Vorkosigan
Fandom: Vorkosigan novels by Lois McMaster Bujold
Words: 730

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aral_vorkosigan
16 April 2008 @ 08:37 pm
#226 - Name three things that you're looking forward to in the near future and why.

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There are some people who are afraid to ever anticipate anything good. Look forward to the worst, they argue, and you'll never be disappointed.



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Character: Aral Vorkosigan
Fandom: Vorkosigan novels by Lois McMaster Bujold
Words: 344

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aral_vorkosigan
10 April 2008 @ 06:51 pm
"Do not the most moving moments of our lives find us without words?" Marcel Marceau.

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My wife's funeral presented the high society of Barrayar with a moral and social dilemma.  She was well-born and well-married, and whatever her behaviour, social rank must be respected in death. 

Though much loved in life, she was hated now she was dead.  Her reputation plummetted.  On the lips of every gossip on the planet, she went from being the lovely young wife of a war-hero to the floozy who had betrayed him and driven two other men to their deaths. A wanton, a suicide, a whore - I heard my lovely Renée called worse than this.  I had no reply to make, though each insult burned on my family name with its shame. The kindest description of her at that time was from the Emperor. "She was a lost soul," he said. "A lost soul, among so many."


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Character: Aral Vorkosigan
Fandom: Vorkosigan novels by Lois McMaster Bujold
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aral_vorkosigan
16 March 2008 @ 08:56 pm

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Aral slept lightly on the gold brocade couch in the Emperor's antechamber, awaking frequently.  He was ready to respond to the Emperor's call as necessary; he was not on guard duty, so there was no shame in sleeping.  The Emperor was ill, and under the Doctor's care.  The illness was not a deadly one: inconvenient, as all illnesses are, and unpleasant, but not likely to last  beyond the week.  Aral's duty was no more than to respond if called. Any servant could have done it, but Ezar had requested a man he loved and trusted as something like family.  His family had include the likes of Mad Yuri: it was a wonder he trusted anyone.



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Character: Aral Vorkosigan
Fandom: Vorkosigan novels by Lois McMaster Bujold
Words: 577

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aral_vorkosigan
13 February 2008 @ 10:36 pm

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Few valuables were left to the Vorkosigans.  Piotr could remember elegance from his childhood: a sense of material abandon.  Jewels around his mother's neck, her gorgeous satin gowns.  Their wealth now was in their reputation, their honour, their service to the Emperor.  Nothing was left of their past glory - yes, the Vorkosigan family had been wealthy in the past.  Art that no longer existed - or perhaps existed on someone else's walls.  He had heard his father's stories. Conspicuous consumption, a time of glamour and glory without stint.

Now, with a civil war behind them and the Cetagandan invasion before that, and the crippling taxes of Mad Yuri -  the Vorkosigans could hardly be called paupers, but they were not materially wealthy.  Piotr knew the value of going to bed with a full stomach. He'd had the other kind of life, often enough.

They were mostly debt-free, but money-poor.  The Vorkosigan family jewels were down to a few pieces, the rest stolen or sold. His own signet remained.  And this wedding band... It had been his mother's .  The thugs who had killed his wife had not stolen it from her finger; loyal servants had brought it back to him, and it had gone to Aral's bride, the lovely Renée Vorrutyer.

What a bad idea that match had been: the scheming slut.  Piotr suspected, now, that she'd married Aral for the money he thought he had - and then punished him cruelly for his poverty and his dedication to duty.

At the time, he'd watched Aral put the ring on Renée's hand with a warm mixture of pride and relief.  At last, Aral had found a woman he could love - and he did love her, you could see it in his eyes, hear it in his voice. There would be in time, he had thought, Vorkosigan children in the house once again, replacing those taken long ago by war and disease.

Ashes now. The lying whore was dead, childless but bringing no more shame to the family.  And Aral - too hurt to recover, too angry to trust another wife, too honest and too inclined towards men to truly want another marriage - Aral had at least stopped bedding her brother, a wild young man who could only bring him more heartbreak and shame than even Renée had managed.

The Vorkosigan marriage ring lay waiting for the second wife Aral would almost certainly never have.

With a sigh, Piotr put it back into its satin bed.  Patience was the key.  Whatever fate awaited Aral, there was no way to rush it.

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Character: Aral Vorkosigan
Fandom: Vorkosigan novels by Lois McMaster Bujold
Words: 427

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