One of the fascinating things about these two is the challenge of writing them at different stages in their history. I like how very different this story feels than "Small Mercies," and yet you can see the seeds of that in this one.
For a second he thought he spied a metaphor coming. Luckily, the wind whipping his coat made for a very convenient distraction.
I do love a well-written nightmare sequence, and this one was a wonderful mix of clarity and confusion for Londo. This moment especially:
all the while the pebbles kept falling, only they weren’t pebbles anymore, but eyes, Narn eyes, round and smooth and ruddy and alive and they were seeing him, seeing everything, and –
Actually made me gasp at that moment of redefinition and realization. Really nice.
“G’Kar, if there is anyone whose very existence proves that the Centauri race is not – as you deem it – rotten to its core, but can still be capable of goodness – surely it is Vir. So there is no need to ‘take my word’ for it. You need only to look at him to know it is true.”
Yay! I always wanted Vir to get more credit for his work for the Narn (at the same time, I understand perfectly well why he didn't, and the fact that he didn't makes him more of a hero), and I like the way you've had them both admit he's something special here--each in their own way. :)
You just spent the last half-minute making the – if I may say so – profoundly unappetizing display of heaving up your lungs.
Hee, I do like the muted hurt/comfort here, the way G'Kar is torn by reluctant empathy but resists having it soften him as much as he can (and yet still fails a bit at that). Even tiny steps toward understanding feel like such huge citories with these two...
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For a second he thought he spied a metaphor coming. Luckily, the wind whipping his coat made for a very convenient distraction.
I do love a well-written nightmare sequence, and this one was a wonderful mix of clarity and confusion for Londo. This moment especially:
all the while the pebbles kept falling, only they weren’t pebbles anymore, but eyes, Narn eyes, round and smooth and ruddy and alive and they were seeing him, seeing everything, and –
Actually made me gasp at that moment of redefinition and realization. Really nice.
“G’Kar, if there is anyone whose very existence proves that the Centauri race is not – as you deem it – rotten to its core, but can still be capable of goodness – surely it is Vir. So there is no need to ‘take my word’ for it. You need only to look at him to know it is true.”
Yay! I always wanted Vir to get more credit for his work for the Narn (at the same time, I understand perfectly well why he didn't, and the fact that he didn't makes him more of a hero), and I like the way you've had them both admit he's something special here--each in their own way. :)
You just spent the last half-minute making the – if I may say so – profoundly unappetizing display of heaving up your lungs.
Hee, I do like the muted hurt/comfort here, the way G'Kar is torn by reluctant empathy but resists having it soften him as much as he can (and yet still fails a bit at that). Even tiny steps toward understanding feel like such huge citories with these two...