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DS9 - For DS9 Tumblr Zine's Drabble Event!
Title: Everything Is Relative
Fandom: Star Trek: Deep Space Nine
Genre: Romance
Rating & Warnings: G
Words: 100
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Trek: Deep Space Nine.
Summary: Species differences between Humans and Cardassians are never more evident during a Cardassian winter.
Author's Notes: My entry for DS9 Tumblzine's Drabble Free-For-All! Species differences are my catnip, and considering I react to the cold pretty much like a Cardassian, I had no shortage of inspiration to draw on....
". . . And with temperatures as low as fifty-six tUrlan in Kardasior, this winter is officially the coldest in nearly forty years."
"Julian, are you replicating tea?" he hears Garak call.
"Computer, shut down--yes, red leaf."
"Well, make mine particularly hot."
He stifles a laugh. "If you insist."
He does as instructed, then brings both mugs to the next room. Garak peers at him, narrow-eyed, wrapped head-to-toe in a blanket, a trapped creature in its lair.
"What are you finding to smile about?"
"Oh . . . this and that." And he swishes his legs for the glorious sound of cloth. Trousers, at last.
Fandom: Star Trek: Deep Space Nine
Genre: Romance
Rating & Warnings: G
Words: 100
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Trek: Deep Space Nine.
Summary: Species differences between Humans and Cardassians are never more evident during a Cardassian winter.
Author's Notes: My entry for DS9 Tumblzine's Drabble Free-For-All! Species differences are my catnip, and considering I react to the cold pretty much like a Cardassian, I had no shortage of inspiration to draw on....
". . . And with temperatures as low as fifty-six tUrlan in Kardasior, this winter is officially the coldest in nearly forty years."
"Julian, are you replicating tea?" he hears Garak call.
"Computer, shut down--yes, red leaf."
"Well, make mine particularly hot."
He stifles a laugh. "If you insist."
He does as instructed, then brings both mugs to the next room. Garak peers at him, narrow-eyed, wrapped head-to-toe in a blanket, a trapped creature in its lair.
"What are you finding to smile about?"
"Oh . . . this and that." And he swishes his legs for the glorious sound of cloth. Trousers, at last.