Miles lunges up out of his bed, spitting with rage, useless arms dangling from shaking shoulders.
"Call me a thief, will you? You shit-eating sheep-fucking monkey-tailed bastard! To think I'd steal from Barrayar! To think I'd steal from my own dead—!"
The sheer intensity of his emotion carries him as far as sitting upright, leaning unsupported and unsupportably out over the side of the bed, several feet short of his goal of... whatever he was going to do to Illyan. Yelling at him from closer range, perhaps. In any case, that single surge of strength is all he has in him; he lists helplessly, his head a dizzy swirl, red and purple clouds pulsing across his field of vision.
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Date: 2014-09-12 01:58 am (UTC)"Call me a thief, will you? You shit-eating sheep-fucking monkey-tailed bastard! To think I'd steal from Barrayar! To think I'd steal from my own dead—!"
The sheer intensity of his emotion carries him as far as sitting upright, leaning unsupported and unsupportably out over the side of the bed, several feet short of his goal of... whatever he was going to do to Illyan. Yelling at him from closer range, perhaps. In any case, that single surge of strength is all he has in him; he lists helplessly, his head a dizzy swirl, red and purple clouds pulsing across his field of vision.