londo_mollari: (HopefulLondo)
ooc: written during Jeffrey Sinclair's last year as Commander of Babylon 5

Being locked up in a tin box should makes one truly appreciate the planetary life. Now there is a planet nearby, but the one excursion I made towards it, while not without its charms – to wit, feeling young again while playing the gallant knight for Delenn and that aged teacher of hers – did not encourage further visits. Too much dust, too many weapons pointed in the direction of enterprising tourists, and above all, too many creatures named Zathras, yes?

Still. Breathing natural air, traced with just a hint of salt due to a breeze from the sea, and the scents of flowers in bloom, of spices, as one inhales it on any given day in the capital of Centauri Prime. Oh, I do miss it.

Naturally, this sensation quickly is followed by a reflection on how the air would also be traced by the lilting tones of my dear wives, and my homesickness dies a quick death, while I embrace the bad breath of Mr. Garibaldi who has just had what he calls “Italian home night”, something for which apparantly something named garlic was indispensible, and am grateful for my good fortune.

Profile

londo_mollari: (Default)
londo_mollari

July 2010

S M T W T F S
    123
45678910
11121314 151617
18192021222324
25262728293031

Syndicate

RSS Atom

Most Popular Tags

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags