|Babylon 5: Vir Cotto, Prompt 013 - Yellow
||[Oct. 30th, 2005|04:39 am]
The Ultimate FanFic Challenge!
Fandom: Babylon 5
Characters: Vir (Londo)
Prompt: 013- Yellow
Word Count: 361
Rating: General Audience
Author's Notes: Um, I was wrong. There may be a few more re-runs - mostly snatches buried within my theatrical_muse-related writing that may or may not have gotten wide public play.
This particular ficlet was written in a fit of inspiration in response to a beautiful post by londo_mollari and is virtually unchanged save one word that was altered to make the story indirectly fit a prompt. *g* It takes place after Sleeping in Light and assumes knowledge of the entire series and the Centauri novels, though if you haven't read the novels, it probably won't impair your understanding too much.
Feedback is a consummation devoutly to be wished.
Vir ran his fingers lightly over the yellowed page - over the subtle indentations left by a pen pressed against parchment - and bowed his head.
In the seasons since his coronation, all who served the new emperor had steadily adjusted to his oddities. The kitchen staff had come to enjoy indulging His Majesty's peculiar fondness for Earther food for the simple reason that he never failed to visit their corner of the palace to offer them his personal compliments at least once a standard week, every time gracing them with a disarming and strangely innocent grin. The head of the palace guard, at first indignant at Vir's habit of wandering off for solitary sojourns in the palace gardens, had over time learned how to remain vigilant at a distance. And the emperor's advisors had eventually come to accept his distractability and the anxious way he fluttered his hands and wore ruts in the carpets before every public speech.
So when, after his return from Minbar, Vir began to spend many long nights pouring over the chronicles of his immediate predecessor in preparation for the dedication of the statues that were now nearly complete and visible from every window on the north side of the palace, all who dwelt in the palace sought to adjust to this new habit as well. Vir sometimes overheard those advisors he had brought with him from the Legions of Fire attempting to explain things to the rest. "Mollari was his ally. More than that, Mollari was his friend."
But he was far more even than that. If he were ever asked now how he would define love, he would say there were many different sorts. For while he truly loved his two wives and doted on them with un-self-conscious affection - had spent many an evening in their warm embrace - he had loved Londo too.
Each night that Vir disappeared into his study, a single guard stood watch silently outside the door. And if, when His Majesty emerged, his face shined with tears, it went without comment. The guards were Centauri after all. They had been trained since childhood not to notice such things.