Oh, this is delicious fanfic, I love the way you fill in the thoughts in that scene with such careful detail, showing every nuance of expression and thought.
He recalled how he had coughed and sputtered at the burning in his throat; then, as the alcohol dissipated, marveled at the sweetness that hid behind it, a flavor that floated up into his head and sank down toward his stomach, until all he could feel was a cottony heat that made it very, very difficult to breathe.
That's a great (and rather sexy!) metaphor for that scene, and I really loved Londo struggling with all those contradictory emotions: his pride hurt, yet pleased, yet somehow left wanting more as well. You do a great tribute to the actors' subtlety in that scene.
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Date: 2009-09-10 03:44 am (UTC)He recalled how he had coughed and sputtered at the burning in his throat; then, as the alcohol dissipated, marveled at the sweetness that hid behind it, a flavor that floated up into his head and sank down toward his stomach, until all he could feel was a cottony heat that made it very, very difficult to breathe.
That's a great (and rather sexy!) metaphor for that scene, and I really loved Londo struggling with all those contradictory emotions: his pride hurt, yet pleased, yet somehow left wanting more as well. You do a great tribute to the actors' subtlety in that scene.