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Strange Meeting, by Flora (PG)
Fandom: BABYLON 5
Pairing: None
Length: Medium
Author Website: Enemies and Allies Archive
Why this must be read:
On the Brakiri Day of the Dead, most of the ambassadorial wing fell within the bounds of "Brakiri" space. We know what Lennier and Londo experienced that night, and that G'Kar fled his quarters for the safety of C&C. But what happened to Vir? Who paid him a visit that night?
Cartagia set the glass down on the counter, straightening up and folding his arms, his smooth face set in a petulant scowl. "You simply don't *understand*, Cotto. And believe me, I am *trying* to be patient with your stupidity. It isn't easy."
These last words sounded so much like something his uncle would say that he began to relax, just a fraction. Only for a second, before Cartagia was in his face, leaning over him, so close Vir could smell the liquor on his breath. "Do you know the penalty for your crimes? Do you know what I would have done to you, if my guards had not been such incompetent fools? You and that drunken imbecile Mollari, you would have *envied* that thrice-damned Narn his fate, before I was done with you!" His voice had risen to a shout, spit flying from his mouth.Vir stood frozen, trying not to hyperventilate. "Every inch of skin flayed from your bodies! Your fingers cut off, one by one, then your arms ... your ears ... your eyes! I would have taken *great* pleasure in seeing how long it took you to die, prolonged your suffering for weeks, months even. And then I would have had you castrated, and strangled with your own organs!" He brought one hand down on the edge of the table with a bang, and Vir jumped as he spun away, walking toward the counter.
The pounding of Vir's hearts seemed loud in the sudden silence, as Cartagia poured himself another glass of brivari and downed half of it in one gulp. Then he turned, and held the bottle out toward his stunned host. "Another drink?"
Strange Meeting
Pairing: None
Length: Medium
Author Website: Enemies and Allies Archive
Why this must be read:
On the Brakiri Day of the Dead, most of the ambassadorial wing fell within the bounds of "Brakiri" space. We know what Lennier and Londo experienced that night, and that G'Kar fled his quarters for the safety of C&C. But what happened to Vir? Who paid him a visit that night?
Cartagia set the glass down on the counter, straightening up and folding his arms, his smooth face set in a petulant scowl. "You simply don't *understand*, Cotto. And believe me, I am *trying* to be patient with your stupidity. It isn't easy."
These last words sounded so much like something his uncle would say that he began to relax, just a fraction. Only for a second, before Cartagia was in his face, leaning over him, so close Vir could smell the liquor on his breath. "Do you know the penalty for your crimes? Do you know what I would have done to you, if my guards had not been such incompetent fools? You and that drunken imbecile Mollari, you would have *envied* that thrice-damned Narn his fate, before I was done with you!" His voice had risen to a shout, spit flying from his mouth.Vir stood frozen, trying not to hyperventilate. "Every inch of skin flayed from your bodies! Your fingers cut off, one by one, then your arms ... your ears ... your eyes! I would have taken *great* pleasure in seeing how long it took you to die, prolonged your suffering for weeks, months even. And then I would have had you castrated, and strangled with your own organs!" He brought one hand down on the edge of the table with a bang, and Vir jumped as he spun away, walking toward the counter.
The pounding of Vir's hearts seemed loud in the sudden silence, as Cartagia poured himself another glass of brivari and downed half of it in one gulp. Then he turned, and held the bottle out toward his stunned host. "Another drink?"
Strange Meeting