Day 1: Fic Babylon 5 Seven Deadly Sins: Lust
Babylon 5 Seven deadly sins
Lust
"There comes a time when you look into the mirror and realize that what you see is all that you will ever be. Then you accept it, or you kill yourself. Or you stop looking into mirrors."
~ Londo
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Londo Mollari stared into his glass. The Brevari was exquisite, the best money could buy. He had it stocked here just for himself. He liked for everything to be the best money could buy. His drink, his food, his clothes, his women…
Where had it gotten him?
He was here on a space station light years from his beloved Centauri Prime with too many humans and other aliens to count. Smelly humans and aliens at that.
This is not how it was supposed to be.
He wanted…
He wanted so much. He wanted so much that the real work had been swept away by his desires. The real work was to restore the glory of the great Centauri Republic, wasn’t it? He looked up at the dancer on the stage. She was a beautiful Centauri woman, young enough to be his granddaughter but he would have her tonight after she was finished dancing.
He would have her simply because he wanted her.
Vir would disapprove in that humble way he had, a way that drove Londo mad, mostly because only Vir could make him feel shame for the things he did.
Feeling shame wouldn’t stop him, though. He apparently had no shame. People laughed at the funny old Centauri flirting with the pretty young dancers, but he was the one who took them to his bed, wasn’t he?
There was always something missing, but what? He often asked himself if that’s all there is. When did life become so - dull? Meaningless? Had it always been this way and he’d been too busy chasing women and pleasure to notice? Pleasure could go a long way toward making a man forget his ambitions. He was living proof of that.
Oh well, those questions would not be answered tonight.
He waved for another drink and scribbled a note for the dancer. When she danced closer, he slipped it into her hand. She glanced at it as she twirled and gyrated. She gave him an imperceptible nod and danced away. She would come to him after her show and he would forget all his troubled for a few hours and pretend he was twenty again and chasing beauties with his friends.
Who needed love? Who needed meaning?
He was already anticipating the things he would have her do, the things he would do to her. Sometimes a man simply needed to give in to his urges and enjoy the ride, to live in the moment.
Other things could wait, couldn’t they?
The music ended and the girl took her bow.
Lust
"There comes a time when you look into the mirror and realize that what you see is all that you will ever be. Then you accept it, or you kill yourself. Or you stop looking into mirrors."
~ Londo
*
Londo Mollari stared into his glass. The Brevari was exquisite, the best money could buy. He had it stocked here just for himself. He liked for everything to be the best money could buy. His drink, his food, his clothes, his women…
Where had it gotten him?
He was here on a space station light years from his beloved Centauri Prime with too many humans and other aliens to count. Smelly humans and aliens at that.
This is not how it was supposed to be.
He wanted…
He wanted so much. He wanted so much that the real work had been swept away by his desires. The real work was to restore the glory of the great Centauri Republic, wasn’t it? He looked up at the dancer on the stage. She was a beautiful Centauri woman, young enough to be his granddaughter but he would have her tonight after she was finished dancing.
He would have her simply because he wanted her.
Vir would disapprove in that humble way he had, a way that drove Londo mad, mostly because only Vir could make him feel shame for the things he did.
Feeling shame wouldn’t stop him, though. He apparently had no shame. People laughed at the funny old Centauri flirting with the pretty young dancers, but he was the one who took them to his bed, wasn’t he?
There was always something missing, but what? He often asked himself if that’s all there is. When did life become so - dull? Meaningless? Had it always been this way and he’d been too busy chasing women and pleasure to notice? Pleasure could go a long way toward making a man forget his ambitions. He was living proof of that.
Oh well, those questions would not be answered tonight.
He waved for another drink and scribbled a note for the dancer. When she danced closer, he slipped it into her hand. She glanced at it as she twirled and gyrated. She gave him an imperceptible nod and danced away. She would come to him after her show and he would forget all his troubled for a few hours and pretend he was twenty again and chasing beauties with his friends.
Who needed love? Who needed meaning?
He was already anticipating the things he would have her do, the things he would do to her. Sometimes a man simply needed to give in to his urges and enjoy the ride, to live in the moment.
Other things could wait, couldn’t they?
The music ended and the girl took her bow.