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fandomocweeklyFandom: Babylon 5
Characters: V'vezeqt "Viv"
Rating: G
Warnings: references to danonical character death
Notes: set early s4
Word count: 383
Hir memory seems to be hir only active strength, these days. Being able to remember every moment of your life can be blissful; it can also be a curse, a crushing weight, a slow dripping ache. No one ever asks about hir father---this both infuriates and calms V'vezeqt. On one hand: ze doesn't have to think about his disappearance. On the other hand: sometimes Viv needs to talk, and neither Justin nor Morden are very comforting.
Ze sort of understands. Morden has his own past, his own ripped-out beating adoration. Viv remembers that, too---how much he loved his wife and newborn daughter when they first met, how it decimated him when the accident happened. One moment they're there, the next: sucked into hyperspace, stars shimmering around to envelop them in lightless light, and a nothingness. An icy, unbearable nothingness.
Yes. Ze understands.
On the island of Selini, Morden remains in bed for his recovery. He only leaves to see Mollari or the Emperor. And Viv is alone again, alone with hir memories and the haunting specter of Before. Their home on Z'ha'dum has been destroyed. The only copies of hir life's work are either buried in books and data crystals housed deep in an underground safe on Earth, or buried deep in the internal gears of hir memory. Everything exists in the Before now, but they have to serve the Shadows until the very end, and the end may be different now than what Viv initially expected.
They were supposed to win the war, spread chaos like infected air particles throughout the galaxy, shaping planets into spears for the citizens to wield. The Shadows were supposed to reign, invincible and ancient, to channel their anger into rebirth born from destruction. The strong survive, the weak die, that's just how it's supposed to be. That is how it has always been in Viv's life---the weak fall behind, and only those who can find strength will be spared.
So Viv has learned how to be strong. There isn't a choice involved. Viv will serve and Viv will serve and Viv will serve, until someone wrestles their way into victory. It's an eternal cycle of giving and taking---the universe gives you memories, the universe takes everything away until those memories are all that you have left.
Characters: V'vezeqt "Viv"
Rating: G
Warnings: references to danonical character death
Notes: set early s4
Word count: 383
Hir memory seems to be hir only active strength, these days. Being able to remember every moment of your life can be blissful; it can also be a curse, a crushing weight, a slow dripping ache. No one ever asks about hir father---this both infuriates and calms V'vezeqt. On one hand: ze doesn't have to think about his disappearance. On the other hand: sometimes Viv needs to talk, and neither Justin nor Morden are very comforting.
Ze sort of understands. Morden has his own past, his own ripped-out beating adoration. Viv remembers that, too---how much he loved his wife and newborn daughter when they first met, how it decimated him when the accident happened. One moment they're there, the next: sucked into hyperspace, stars shimmering around to envelop them in lightless light, and a nothingness. An icy, unbearable nothingness.
Yes. Ze understands.
On the island of Selini, Morden remains in bed for his recovery. He only leaves to see Mollari or the Emperor. And Viv is alone again, alone with hir memories and the haunting specter of Before. Their home on Z'ha'dum has been destroyed. The only copies of hir life's work are either buried in books and data crystals housed deep in an underground safe on Earth, or buried deep in the internal gears of hir memory. Everything exists in the Before now, but they have to serve the Shadows until the very end, and the end may be different now than what Viv initially expected.
They were supposed to win the war, spread chaos like infected air particles throughout the galaxy, shaping planets into spears for the citizens to wield. The Shadows were supposed to reign, invincible and ancient, to channel their anger into rebirth born from destruction. The strong survive, the weak die, that's just how it's supposed to be. That is how it has always been in Viv's life---the weak fall behind, and only those who can find strength will be spared.
So Viv has learned how to be strong. There isn't a choice involved. Viv will serve and Viv will serve and Viv will serve, until someone wrestles their way into victory. It's an eternal cycle of giving and taking---the universe gives you memories, the universe takes everything away until those memories are all that you have left.
