So on ameliaearhart’s tumblr I just saw that picture again of Mira Furlan in the pink dress having her pregnant belly petted by Peter Jurasik among others, and the post in question had a comment on how heartbreaking it is to imagine that Londo never got to do this with Delenn and how adorably grumpy he would have acted over it, and now I just want to curl up and cry.
ALSO I NOW WANT FIC WHERE EMPEROR LONDO SOMEHOW MEETS DELENN AGAIN AFTER “OBJECTS AT REST” AT A TIME WHERE SHE’S MORE VISIBLY PREGNANT AND SHE TAKES HIS HAND AND LETS HIM FEEL WEE BABY DAVID AND IT HITS HIM SO HARD HE ALMOST LOSES IT RIGHT THERE BECAUSE THAT WOULD BE HORRIBLE AND BEAUTIFUL.
I’m bored and can’t sleep so
Only one human has ever survived battle with the Minbari fleet. He is behind me. You are in front of me. If you value your lives, be somewhere else.
- Delenn, kicking all the ass in the universe.
Babylon 5 | 5.22 Sleeping In Light
“As for Delenn… Every morning for as long as she lived, Delenn got up before dawn, and watched the sun come up.” -Susan Ivanova
…the prophecy will attend to itself…
Delenn and the Gray Council
Babylon Squared
I made some.
the Mollari one’s not that great. Neither is the Garibaldi one, in retrospect the Garibaldi words should really be “Everybody Lies” but whatever it’s just a bit of fun.
Londo: What…? What is this for?
Delenn: I have never done that, in all the time you and I have been here. And I think, very soon… we will never have another chance.
—- from season 5 “Darkness Ascending”
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It’s been a while since I last had my heart broken by fictional characters again, so let’s remedy this with some screencaps of crying Delenn hugging bewildered Londo, shall we?
Yep. That did the trick, all right…
Delenn’s heels click on the marble floor, a staccato rhythm echoing against the walls. The Council is in session and so the hallways are unusually abandoned. The flurry of activity has been taken inward, behind closed doors, not for her ears. She cannot even recall what John said over breakfast about what his day entailed. No matter, her mind is occupied elsewhere as she passes courtrooms – Judge Neroon’s gavel banging as he demands silence (she remembers his case, a murder trial, the informant N’Grath), and the noise briefly escalates as the door opens and a disorderly Narn is unceremoniously tossed out – and offices with names stenciled on the glass in golden paint.
B5 NOIR IS PRETTY MUCH EVERYTHING I’VE EVER NEEDED IN LIFE TBH
