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.
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love parallels in media. they just make me feral. love blatantly intentional ones. love parallels that i don’t catch until i’m watching/reading it for the 800th time. love when someone else points out an absolutely insane, heart wrenching one. gotta be my favorite part of deeply loving and knowing a piece of media, especially a tv show
After three years in a labour camp, Kelas Parmak is released, but he is not free. He is remanded into the custody of his sister, and the incarceration has left him scarred. Still his belief that the Cardassian state needs to be overthrown is as strong as it was before he was apprehended. As he tries to recuperate, his views threatens to disrupt his family’s lives, and his very presence changes how others see that which once was beyond reproach.
Family dinner in the Parmak-Domet household. What could possibly go wrong?
No specific warnings for this chapters, but it sure gets uncomfortable.
A/N: I had 20 minutes before I had to board a flight so I wrote a speed challenge of how Julian and Garak would react to a biography of Dukat being published. (Inspired by a comment @thoughts-i-have-had-in-pass-blog left on a post about books Julian and garak would agree and disagree about.) Apologies in advance for any spelling or grammar errors!
Garak rushes through the door in an uncharacteristic show of urgency and openly sighs with relief when he sees Julian already standing in their kitchen looking irritated.
“Did you see—“
“Yes,” Julian cuts him off. “I bloody saw.”
“I can’t believe they decided to publish it.”
Julian nods in agreement, “neither can I. I’ve spent the last two hours reading it, absolute drivel.”
“You read it?” Garak asks, eyebrow ridges rising.
“Of course,” Julian says with an elegant gesture with his left hand.
Garak agrees, “I’ve nearly finished myself. How did they even—?”
“Don’t ask me, I thought everyone who knew him was either dead or hated him.”
Garak nods and looks at his PADD which reads “The Biography of Gul Dukat: The Last Real Patriot.”
“Terribly written too,” Julian comments. “Meandering, contradictory, and frankly veers too closely into hagiography. Honestly, if it weren’t about Dukat I’d guess it was state sanctioned propaganda.”
“I completely agree,” Garak says heatedly. “How unfortunate to see that this is what Cardassia chooses to produce when free of government censorship. Perhaps the firm hand of the state is more necessary than I realized.”
Julian rolls his eyes, “Elim, you introduced the Freedom of the Press Act yourself.”
“And how disheartening to be proven wrong so quickly. I never should have let you seduce me with your federation ideals.”
“Seduce you, did I?” Julian asks, now more amused than irritated. “Thank goodness. After all, we did just agree about a book. I was worried the magic was gone.”
“Oh my dear doctor, if we could not agree on this particular book or that particular Gul, then I should think we have bigger problems.”
Julian concedes and says, “want to get some kanar and take turns reading the most inane parts?”
Garak smiles and says, “I suppose you really are a Cardassian citizen. Though I already know the worst of it.”
“That quote at the end?” Julian asks, before putting on a fake simpering tone to recite, “Gul Dukat has been unfairly maligned in recent history, but an after a close examination I can say—“
“He was the last true Cardassian Hero,” Garak completes in disgust. “Yes, though we must be careful. If we agree too loudly the neighbors may thing we are having problems.”
“Heaven forbid,” Julian says. “I’ll meet you in the living room.”
Garak headed towards the other room and couldn’t help but think there were some benefits to sharing an opinion with his husband after all.
