Star Trek characters will experience intense emotional and physical trauma over the span of a 45 minute episode and then it’s never talked about again
Garek, to the rest of the group: The most cutting thing you can say is ‘who’s this clown?’ because it implies they’re A, a clown, and B, not even one of the better-known clowns.
Garek: For example…
Garek, glancing at Dukat: Who the hell is this clown?
Garak is absolutely beaming with pride as his Dear Doctor exposes Dukat at the custody hearing for Rugal. Positively chuffed. He’s clearly thinking ‘oh im going to rail tf outta him one day’
Rugal was right. I would also bite Garak if given the chance.
Like Garak is great fun to watch and I do like him but yeah. He deserved that one lol AND I’D DO IT AGAIN!
Yeah, that bit with Garak putting his hand on Rugal’s shoulder is interesting! Especially given when he first meets Julian he also puts his hands on Julian’s shoulders. Which to us humans is creepy and invasive (especially doing it to a child he doesn’t know). But it seems so weird for Garak, of all people, to be so unaware of how other people might react to his actions. So what if it’s actually a perfectly normal thing for Cardassians? What if Cardassians’ concept of personal space is completely different to ours, 21st Century humans in a mostly western context, and the shoulder touch is as normal as, say, shaking hands or eye contact or saying hello? Maybe Rugal’s the weird Cardassian here.
I wrote a fic once in which regular, sustained physical contact with others is absolutely necessary for Cardassian well-being, and Cardassians normally just lean on each other when they’re together like basking turtles, even if they don’t know each other very well, and that’s part of the reason Garak’s exile is so terrible.
I had to make this a meme. Image credit: @relatablepicturesofgarak
The truth, my dear Doctor, is most convincingly hidden between two lies.
~Elim Garak (incorrect quotes)
improved ds9 season 7 where every time ezri solves a murder, it was garak, and everyone shrugs it off . whatever. he does that sometimes
(Last pic both tip their heads in respectful bows to one another)
Later in the episode -
[Holosuite - Cardassian sauna]
(Ziyal is basking fully clothed on the hot rocks when the door opens.)
ZIYAL: Garak.
GARAK: Hello.
ZIYAL: Doesn’t it feel good? The station can be so chilly sometimes.
GARAK: Yes. It’s quite pleasant.
ZIYAL: Aren’t you going to lie down?
GARAK: Not just yet. I have a question I’d like answered first. Why am I here?
ZIYAL: Excuse me?
GARAK: Why am I here? Am I to believe that you’ve invited the sworn enemy of your father simply to enjoy the heat?
ZIYAL: You really think I asked you here to kill you? Well, it did occur to me. Kira and my father both told me that you used to be an agent of the Obsidian Order. That you had my grandfather tortured and killed, and that you could easily kill me without a second thought.
GARAK: Although I seldom credit the Major or your father with being entirely trustworthy, in this case they’re both telling the truth.
ZIYAL: You know what else is true? I don’t care. I’m half-Bajoran and that means I’m an outcast back home. I can’t go back and neither can you. So we can either share some time together or we can ignore each other. I spent five years in a prisoner of war camp by myself. I don’t need your company. But if you’d like to stay and share the heat with me, maybe tell me something about home that I don’t know, then I would welcome your company. And I get the feeling you would welcome mine. Either way, it’s up to you.
GARAK: Well, it seems I won’t be needing this anymore.
(He puts his weapon down by the door, goes to the rocks and lies down.)
GARAK: So, what shall we talk about first?
Did. Did you know that Garak saved one of Ziyal’s paintings, and that he takes it with him when he travels between Earth and Cardassia in his duties as Ambassador?
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With a sigh, Garak stood up from his chair and, carrying the painting carefully between both hands, went over to the wall opposite his desk. There, in a little alcove, stood a small table upon which, at his instruction, there was a vase of freshly cut perek flowers, scarlet bright. Leaning over the table, Garak hung the painting on the wall. Sitting at his desk, he would be able to look up and see it, and take courage from it. He stood for a while studying it. Focusing on the detail, he picked out delicate meya lilies, and mekla, and long winding elta, and copper ithian leaves, narrow and elegant. There were Edosian orchids too, for him, and from Bajor there were lilacs for Colonel Kira, and leaves from the moba tree, and spiny twists of basil. When Garak moved his head back to capture the whole, the intricate pattern of flowers and leaves swirled and intertwined.
“You’re remembered,” he said to her, as he did every time he performed this quiet ceremony. He often talked to Ziyal. “As long as I live, you’ll be remembered.”
—
Orchids for Garak and lilacs for Kira! And he will always remember her 💜💜
So I’m reading Crimson Shadow and my heart cannot contain how much I love Elim Garak. It’s going to start leaking, expanding outward like wet light. There’s an image for you.
