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Londo Mollari:
Londo actually doesn't like the color purple all that much. Still, to Centauri it is the color of the military and the days of Centari hegemony, and to the Humans it is the color of royalty, and Londo has always known the importance of symbolic dressing. Even if he has never been either military or royal. Especially then.
Despite (or perhaps because of) her tongue, Londo has always been fond of Timov. He let her leave because she wished it and because he could not really imagine living in the same sector as his shrew of a wife. Still, he does wonder sometimes if things would have turned out the same if he'd had her cutthroat integrity with him during his descent into darkness.
When he first met Vir Cotto, so naive and bumbling, Londo thought surely he must be an idiot of some kind. Such innocence made Londo mildly nostalgic for his own youth, on occasion, though he would never admit it, but it was clearly evidence of mental incapacitation. By the time he left Babylon 5 for good, years later, Londo knew Vir was the wisest man he had ever known.
G'Kar:
While many Centauri like to slum it and play with "barbarian Narn," very few Narn find Centauri at all arousing. G'Kar certainly doesn't advertise it, but he's one of those few. It's come in handy, a time or two; information gleaned from a Centauri bed-partner paved the way to his place with the Kha'Ri.
When G'Kar was a child, he found the ceremonies of G'Quan boring and pointless. What good had G'Quan ever done his worshipers, under Centauri rule? Even after Narn was liberated and G'Kar became a leader, he mostly kept to the old rites for show, and because his father would have wished it (and it burned that Mollari could tell). It was the fact that G'Quan appeared at all, more than any specific thing he said in that vision, that turned G'Kar to a new path.
G'Kar never seriously thought of settling down and raising a family until long after his book was published and he was become a legend and a sage to his people. By then, there were all too many women who wished to marry his image, and all too few who could or would look past the glamor to see the man inside. It was, all things considered, simpler to simply wander as his fancy took him.
Oz:
Until Oz was eight, he had a mild lisp and a pronounced stutter. It took years of speech therapy to fix, and he got out of the habit of talking because he didn't like being made fun of in school. It's not that he's trying to be mysterious, it's that he just never got back into the habit.
Part of what drew Oz to Veruca, he realized later, was that she smelled right. Like a potential mate. Like pack. His nose is more sensitive than a normal human nose even when he is in human form, but he doesn't actually notice much of what it tells him unless he's specifically paying attention. It isn't until years (and several failed relationships) later that he realizes that Willow is the only non-werewolf who's ever smelled like a potential mate to him.
After Sunnydale, Oz wanders aimlessly for a while before deciding that he's got a responsibility to the kids who weren't as lucky as him, who didn't have understanding friends and safe places to spend the full moon and the money to go to Tibet to study mind-body control techniques. Six years later he's trying to corral a young one who got free during a full moon, but a new Slayer gets there first. She's young and armed only with a stake and a pair of throwing knives, and he can smell her fear. That, and the blood of his (packmate) student, are almost overwhelming, and the full moon's always hard anyway. She sees him fighting the change, sees something not human. She doesn't ask questions.
Superman:
He loves Kansas. Loves the land, loves the scarcity of people, loves the freedom. Still, he's just as glad to be able to say it's where he's from.
He loves Lois, too, and probably always will, at least in part. But there's a tiny part of him that's almost glad to know she's with someone else, now. Lois has never been a comfortable woman to love up close; it makes his life so much easier simply to worship her from afar.
Mom calls him Clark; so does Lois and Perry and everyone at the Daily planet. The AIs of his parents in the Fortress call him Kal-El. Everyone on Earth calls him Superman. But when he looks into a mirror, he's never sure what to call the man looking back at him. He doesn't look into mirrors often.
Londo actually doesn't like the color purple all that much. Still, to Centauri it is the color of the military and the days of Centari hegemony, and to the Humans it is the color of royalty, and Londo has always known the importance of symbolic dressing. Even if he has never been either military or royal. Especially then.
Despite (or perhaps because of) her tongue, Londo has always been fond of Timov. He let her leave because she wished it and because he could not really imagine living in the same sector as his shrew of a wife. Still, he does wonder sometimes if things would have turned out the same if he'd had her cutthroat integrity with him during his descent into darkness.
When he first met Vir Cotto, so naive and bumbling, Londo thought surely he must be an idiot of some kind. Such innocence made Londo mildly nostalgic for his own youth, on occasion, though he would never admit it, but it was clearly evidence of mental incapacitation. By the time he left Babylon 5 for good, years later, Londo knew Vir was the wisest man he had ever known.
G'Kar:
While many Centauri like to slum it and play with "barbarian Narn," very few Narn find Centauri at all arousing. G'Kar certainly doesn't advertise it, but he's one of those few. It's come in handy, a time or two; information gleaned from a Centauri bed-partner paved the way to his place with the Kha'Ri.
When G'Kar was a child, he found the ceremonies of G'Quan boring and pointless. What good had G'Quan ever done his worshipers, under Centauri rule? Even after Narn was liberated and G'Kar became a leader, he mostly kept to the old rites for show, and because his father would have wished it (and it burned that Mollari could tell). It was the fact that G'Quan appeared at all, more than any specific thing he said in that vision, that turned G'Kar to a new path.
G'Kar never seriously thought of settling down and raising a family until long after his book was published and he was become a legend and a sage to his people. By then, there were all too many women who wished to marry his image, and all too few who could or would look past the glamor to see the man inside. It was, all things considered, simpler to simply wander as his fancy took him.
Oz:
Until Oz was eight, he had a mild lisp and a pronounced stutter. It took years of speech therapy to fix, and he got out of the habit of talking because he didn't like being made fun of in school. It's not that he's trying to be mysterious, it's that he just never got back into the habit.
Part of what drew Oz to Veruca, he realized later, was that she smelled right. Like a potential mate. Like pack. His nose is more sensitive than a normal human nose even when he is in human form, but he doesn't actually notice much of what it tells him unless he's specifically paying attention. It isn't until years (and several failed relationships) later that he realizes that Willow is the only non-werewolf who's ever smelled like a potential mate to him.
After Sunnydale, Oz wanders aimlessly for a while before deciding that he's got a responsibility to the kids who weren't as lucky as him, who didn't have understanding friends and safe places to spend the full moon and the money to go to Tibet to study mind-body control techniques. Six years later he's trying to corral a young one who got free during a full moon, but a new Slayer gets there first. She's young and armed only with a stake and a pair of throwing knives, and he can smell her fear. That, and the blood of his (packmate) student, are almost overwhelming, and the full moon's always hard anyway. She sees him fighting the change, sees something not human. She doesn't ask questions.
Superman:
He loves Kansas. Loves the land, loves the scarcity of people, loves the freedom. Still, he's just as glad to be able to say it's where he's from.
He loves Lois, too, and probably always will, at least in part. But there's a tiny part of him that's almost glad to know she's with someone else, now. Lois has never been a comfortable woman to love up close; it makes his life so much easier simply to worship her from afar.
Mom calls him Clark; so does Lois and Perry and everyone at the Daily planet. The AIs of his parents in the Fortress call him Kal-El. Everyone on Earth calls him Superman. But when he looks into a mirror, he's never sure what to call the man looking back at him. He doesn't look into mirrors often.
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