Icon from a picrew by grgikau. Call me Tir or Julian. 37. He/They. Queer. Twitter: @tirlaeyn. ao3: tirlaeyn. 18+ Only. Star Trek. Sandman. IwtV. OMFD. Definitionless in this Strict Atmosphere.
Jumping on the Valentine’s drawing bandwagon, despite being unable to draw very well. I guess it’s the thought that counts.
For some reason, the photo came out very blue, so I tried to colour
adjust. I took the photo in natural light, so maybe that’s why. I tried to make it look like the hearts are embossed. I also can’t draw hearts to save my life.
The story behind it?
It’s Valentines Day on DS9, and Julian wanted to do something nice for his favourite person. Maybe something will come from it?
And Garak does love plants.
Will it be the final push for them to start dating?
109. “You fainted, straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention, you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”
Oh goodness this is a good one, thank you so much Caihua 💞
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Julian let out a disgruntled, well, grunt. His consciousness slowly returned to him and he realised, much to his embarrassment, that his stomach was growling. Loudly. Opening his eyes, Julian saw Garak’s face and that infuriating smile.
"Wha’ happ'n’d?” Julian muttered, taking in his surroundings. They were at Garak’s shop, alone.
“You fainted”, Garak explained, much too gleefully, “straight into my arms, if I may add. You know, my dear doctor, if you wanted my attention, you didn’t have to go to such extremes. You have had my attention for the past year. Especially after you saved me from that horrendous cortical implant a few weeks ago, which I appreciate very much.”
Julian groaned. Trust Garak to use twenty words where two would have sufficed.
“What was I doing at your shop?”
“Oh, we weren’t here when you fainted”, Garak said, tutting, “if that’s what you were asking. We were on our way to lunch at the Replimat when it happened. You had forgotten to have breakfast, you told me.”
Julian rolled his eyes. “And dinner last night”, he added, “I had too much work.”
“My dear”, Garak mock-gasped, “is Starfleet overworking you? Should I make a formal complaint to Commander Sisko?”
Chuckling, Julian slowly sat up. He rubbed his eyes, as he tried to avoid Garak’s gaze. In fact, Julian had been studying Cardassian brain chemistry, and the type of cortical implants that he had found in Garak’s brain. And Enabran Tain. He had wanted to be prepared for the next time that a secret of Garak’s would be revealed, and he’d gotten too carried away.
“Just research”, Julian said, “seeing as I know next to nothing about Cardassian physiology and illnesses. Can’t have the only Cardassian on the station falling ill on the hands of a doctor who knows nothing about curing him.”
Garak let out a laugh. “What a lovely sentiment! But I must say, I wouldn’t trust the resources you find easily. I do have a book just for you, though; I’ll get it to you just in time for our lunch next week.”
Garak continued blabbering on, revealing a coffee table’s worth of lunch behind him. He had taken the liberty of ordering that falafel dish Julian had mentioned, it had a splendid scent. Julian breathed it in, suddenly overcome with memories of similar meals during a different lifetime.
Yeah, maybe getting Garak’s attention like this had been worth fainting, Julian decided. Especially after Garak made the most disgruntled face at all the spices in the food.
