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londovir- by iamsab

Ooh, this meme is neat!

Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to write a drabble with the same first line as one of my stories, and leave it in my comments here. Any fandom, any pairing or gen, and you can interpret "drabble" as loosely as you want.

I tried to pick the most general opening lines I could find, but a couple are fandom specific.

At once, the congenial sounds of the room disappeared, leaving behind a tense and heavy silence.

He had to see him.

Vir was early.

They say I should introduce myself, but I don't really know what to say or how to begin.

I wonder whether believing in fate, in destiny, has actually doomed us to our current circumstance.

It’s funny how the most random things pass through your mind when you’re lying awake, too nervous to let sleep take you.

Vir Cotto knows the power of touch.

When I was little, I daydreamed about being hugged.

I am feeling well, though a little tired, this morning.

As the sun touches the waves, it fills the horizon with a shimmering pink light that fades to a deep violet as it reaches up into the heavens.


Now that's interesting- and different. Thank you!

And badly full of typos, I deleted the original

Vir Cotto knows the power of touch. A sincerely shaken hand, a well-placed shoulder clasp, a hearty back-slap. These are all political tools and Londo has taught him well.

On Minbar, he touches no one. The Minbari do not welcome the physical familiarity. When he returns, he is reticent and works not to flinch from Mollari’s constant ersatz contact.

Lennier understands. They meet for drinks, and sometimes for more. Lennier has two hands, and no pseudopods, but he is gentle, and does not flinch from the touch of Vir’s tentacles.

Touch is powerful, Vir knows. It connects, controls, and binds.