Icon by @ThatSpookyAgent. Call me Tir or Julian. 37. He/They. Queer. Twitter: @tirlaeyn. ao3: tirlaeyn. 18+ Only. Star Trek. The X-Files. Sandman. IwtV. OMFD. Definitionless in this Strict Atmosphere.
What if I got shot in the guts and you immediately rushed to my side and cradled me in your arms and I used my dying breath to apologize that I won’t be able to have lunch with you later.
Tonight, they sit on Agent Bashir’s balcony. Julian hadn’t run the full Bond program. Just the background settings in the bold hope of escape from the crushing pressure of the impending war.
In the meanwhile, Garak gets a little existential and decides some things about some stuff.
Part of an ongoing series of stand-alone, one off short stories.
Their fights were explosive, sharp words picking out the worst in each other, needling and nettling where they knew it would stick, shouting on the Promenade.
They made up silently, without words, Garak slipping into Julian’s quarters at night, then into his bed, sliding hands and mouths until they lost track of where skin ended and scales began.
Julian wouldn’t have argued that it was the healthiest thing, but that was not why he craved it. The explosion made the settling in the aftermath sweeter, the contrast of black night sky before the next firework. It was all very Cardassian, he suspected.
To hold without words was perhaps the only honest kind of comfort Garak knew.
the stage of a relationship where you pretend you like sports
(don’t. just don’t.)
That said, tennis history is like a whoooole thing. Margaret Court is like, woah. And thenSteffi Graf is like, again… wooph!
This from someone who doesn’t care a single bit about tennis.
(And here’s the EMI-2001 series, for good measure.)
Part 2/2 of sleeping + “jewel tones”. Enjoy these eye-searing colors I know I love them!!
Edit: This was always a lot sloppier than it initially appeared, so I wasn’t that worried about it just getting chucked in to ye old stuff-I-drew pile, but it sort of grew on me so I went in and fixed stuff that was bugging me. thanks & cheers!
Guess who likes jewel tones!! It’s me, I like jewel tones!! Guess how much I like them?? It’s a lot!!!!!!
Anyway I imagine that there are any number of times that priority calls to sickbay mean Bashir’s schedule gets all messed up but he’s the kind of person who still wants to come through even if he’s running completely on empty and just crashes (just like me….)
“How is life crash landed on a planet treating you, Mister Garak?” Julian asked teasingly. Perversely, their Jem'Hadar fighter having been shot out of orbit seemed to have had a positive impact on his grim mood.
“Well enough that I don’t want to hear any statistics about how doomed we are, Doctor,” Garak said chidingly.
Julian looked at him sideways as they picked their way through the sandy dunes of the beach.
“I don’t want us to die,” he said suddenly. “I just don’t think we should ignore the reality. I thought that was how you wanted me to start thinking.”
His tone is light, but there’s a buried edge there too. You wanted me to be this way.
