Oh, oh. THIS is exactly the Londo/G'Kar I would have wanted to write myself, and now that I have found it I'm as happy as if I had. *hugs fic to her in sniffly glee* Seriously, I usually pick out my favorite lines in a fic, but I've had to cut back or I'll quickly top the character limit.
I unpeel them as feverishly as one would a lady’s dress, aching to bare the world beyond. And she is a lady still, my Centauri Prime.
I love how deftly you catch Londo's passionate love for his planet and people, it's a love and devotion that reminds me of TOS Kirk and the Enterprise--unselfish and all-encompassing.
I have half a mind to pretend it is real; to get up and have a talk to him, ridiculous as it seems.
Auuughhhh. This is just...one of my favorite tropes in fic is when a character sees someone yearned-for and thinks they've finally gone mad, and it fits so very well here.
For some reason, I have turned my back on him while sleeping, and the thought of this fills me with sadness.
That's a beautiful little touch--I've done that myself and I know the sort of pang at the unconscious betrayal of your own body against your heart.
“Take off that dress, Mollari. Truly, white isn’t your colour.”
Best come-on line ever. Insulting and yet with a deeper implied compliment and concern at how G'Kar hates to see him as Emperor. Your writing of G'Kar is so perfect for this first-person POV, as the reader can see clearly how he's come to cherish and care for Londo even though Londo doesn't seem quite able to see it himself (how could he, the poor dear man...)
when his fingers sought and fondled my throat, lightly squeezing my breath into ragged gasps.
jshdjkhfsuudfnujfjkj I had never considered how the throat as an erogenous zone would be so intensely resonant for these two. Hot and bittersweet, and my heart broke that Londo couldn't go through with it, but it's clear that G'Kar understands.
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I unpeel them as feverishly as one would a lady’s dress, aching to bare the world beyond. And she is a lady still, my Centauri Prime.
I love how deftly you catch Londo's passionate love for his planet and people, it's a love and devotion that reminds me of TOS Kirk and the Enterprise--unselfish and all-encompassing.
I have half a mind to pretend it is real; to get up and have a talk to him, ridiculous as it seems.
Auuughhhh. This is just...one of my favorite tropes in fic is when a character sees someone yearned-for and thinks they've finally gone mad, and it fits so very well here.
For some reason, I have turned my back on him while sleeping, and the thought of this fills me with sadness.
That's a beautiful little touch--I've done that myself and I know the sort of pang at the unconscious betrayal of your own body against your heart.
“Take off that dress, Mollari. Truly, white isn’t your colour.”
Best come-on line ever. Insulting and yet with a deeper implied compliment and concern at how G'Kar hates to see him as Emperor. Your writing of G'Kar is so perfect for this first-person POV, as the reader can see clearly how he's come to cherish and care for Londo even though Londo doesn't seem quite able to see it himself (how could he, the poor dear man...)
when his fingers sought and fondled my throat, lightly squeezing my breath into ragged gasps.
jshdjkhfsuudfnujfjkj I had never considered how the throat as an erogenous zone would be so intensely resonant for these two. Hot and bittersweet, and my heart broke that Londo couldn't go through with it, but it's clear that G'Kar understands.
And those last two lines. Just... *bows*
Thank you for this, it's so beautiful.