DS9 - When life gives you lemons....
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seikilosTitle: Making Lemonade
Fandom: Star Trek: Deep Space Nine
Genre: Romance
Rating & Warnings: G
Words: 100 words x 4
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Trek: Deep Space Nine.
Summary: A collection of romantic drabbles featuring Julian Bashir and Elim Garak.
Author's Notes: It's been years since I last attempted to write strict drabbles, and since then, I feel I've grown quite a bit as an author. That said, sticking to exactly one hundred words is hard.
I have no idea how many of these I'm going to write--the list I'm working from has two hundred prompts, but I seriously doubt I'll fill all of them.
Concept of gavrUn ("gahv-roon") courtesy of tinsnip!
1. First Impression
He needed to make contact with a Starfleet officer. If he wanted to end his exile, he needed to prove his usefulness. Any officer would do, of course, but why not choose the most attractive person in the replimat? Why not bring himself a scrap of pleasure?
His selection, a Dr. Bashir, proved to be even more naive than most. By day's end, he'd pulled Bashir into an intrigue, promised to make him a new man with one of his suits.
He had no way of knowing that he'd begun a relationship that would make new men of them both.
2. Beautiful
Sometimes it was strange to think about how much his sense of aesthetics had changed. Before, only women had attracted his attention: tall, curvy, glamorous.
Now his breath caught and his heart skipped at the sight of one Cardassian man. When he wore a tunic that called attention to the small of his back waiting for Julian's hand, when his hair was not quite perfectly arranged, when he looked at him with amusement as the first layer and love as all the others—he couldn't get his head around it.
The rest of the time, it wasn't strange at all.
3. Mock
He and Garak can be sarcastic with one another, and that's fine. That's how Human friendships and Cardassian relationships work.
What isn't fine is catching sight of Dukat strutting into Garak's shop, neck arched in what Garak calls "gavrUn."
He charges after him, and even if he doesn't have the ridges to gavrUn, he has his height and knowledge of Cardassian culture to tell him how to be as effective as possible.
It's touch and go, but Dukat backs down and swaggers off with poor grace. Garak dryly calls Julian his knight, but the kiss he gives belies his tone.
4. Smile
Julian has never met anyone with so many smiles as Garak. Most people have two or three—four at most—but years later, Julian is still cataloguing them all:
There's his neutral smile, a default expression.
There's his amused smile, where he gives his conversation partner time to realise they've said something ill-advised.
There's his predatory smile, promising intimacy the moment he and Julian are alone.
And, rarest of all, caught only in glimpses, is the soft smile that makes Julian think in terms of years, not months. That's a smile he tries to inspire more than all others combined.
Fandom: Star Trek: Deep Space Nine
Genre: Romance
Rating & Warnings: G
Words: 100 words x 4
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Trek: Deep Space Nine.
Summary: A collection of romantic drabbles featuring Julian Bashir and Elim Garak.
Author's Notes: It's been years since I last attempted to write strict drabbles, and since then, I feel I've grown quite a bit as an author. That said, sticking to exactly one hundred words is hard.
I have no idea how many of these I'm going to write--the list I'm working from has two hundred prompts, but I seriously doubt I'll fill all of them.
Concept of gavrUn ("gahv-roon") courtesy of tinsnip!
1. First Impression
He needed to make contact with a Starfleet officer. If he wanted to end his exile, he needed to prove his usefulness. Any officer would do, of course, but why not choose the most attractive person in the replimat? Why not bring himself a scrap of pleasure?
His selection, a Dr. Bashir, proved to be even more naive than most. By day's end, he'd pulled Bashir into an intrigue, promised to make him a new man with one of his suits.
He had no way of knowing that he'd begun a relationship that would make new men of them both.
2. Beautiful
Sometimes it was strange to think about how much his sense of aesthetics had changed. Before, only women had attracted his attention: tall, curvy, glamorous.
Now his breath caught and his heart skipped at the sight of one Cardassian man. When he wore a tunic that called attention to the small of his back waiting for Julian's hand, when his hair was not quite perfectly arranged, when he looked at him with amusement as the first layer and love as all the others—he couldn't get his head around it.
The rest of the time, it wasn't strange at all.
3. Mock
He and Garak can be sarcastic with one another, and that's fine. That's how Human friendships and Cardassian relationships work.
What isn't fine is catching sight of Dukat strutting into Garak's shop, neck arched in what Garak calls "gavrUn."
He charges after him, and even if he doesn't have the ridges to gavrUn, he has his height and knowledge of Cardassian culture to tell him how to be as effective as possible.
It's touch and go, but Dukat backs down and swaggers off with poor grace. Garak dryly calls Julian his knight, but the kiss he gives belies his tone.
4. Smile
Julian has never met anyone with so many smiles as Garak. Most people have two or three—four at most—but years later, Julian is still cataloguing them all:
There's his neutral smile, a default expression.
There's his amused smile, where he gives his conversation partner time to realise they've said something ill-advised.
There's his predatory smile, promising intimacy the moment he and Julian are alone.
And, rarest of all, caught only in glimpses, is the soft smile that makes Julian think in terms of years, not months. That's a smile he tries to inspire more than all others combined.
