Drabble-a-thon
While I was away, my "Friend Of" list bloomed to over 500 people (!). Hello, all!
To further my procrastinatory activities celebrate the occasion and the fact that I have wine and cheese at hand, drabbles! Give me a fandom, a pairing or an orgy of choice (if not aiming for gen), and a prompt, and I'll write you a drabble (and for me, that's ( Read more... )
To further my procrastinatory activities celebrate the occasion and the fact that I have wine and cheese at hand, drabbles! Give me a fandom, a pairing or an orgy of choice (if not aiming for gen), and a prompt, and I'll write you a drabble (and for me, that's ( Read more... )
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Mwee hee hee!
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Sigh.
...I was just asking for that, wasn't I?
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btw. I still like this (for some strange reason) and therefore *whores self*. >.>
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http://www.livejournal.com/users/lynkemma/50574.html
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*bounces in great excitement*
I look forward to it!
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I'd like this. How would Garak's reintegration into Cardassian society after the horror of the Dominion war happen? Obviously, the Federation would be keeping an eye on Cardassia during this time, and would probably send someone to find out exactly how things were going there. Let's say that someone was Dr. Bashir. What would he find, and what would happen to their friendship when the good doctor sees just how much Garak has to deal with every day?
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Meanwhile, I'll recycle another post-war Garak drabble here:
"No snowflake in an avalanche ever feels responsible." ~ Voltaire
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The Cardassian Creed
by Penumbra (c) 2004
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The room is deep underneath the ruined Cardassian capital, windowless and soundproofed. The air smells of old blood and pain.
"I don't understand, Garak."
"Understand what?"
"Why? How?" Bashir's words are confused and broken, like a child's.
Garak sighs. "It's complicated." He doesn't want to talk of the drugs or his debilitating insomnia or Enabran's disappointment that broke his heart so many times.
"But...why?"
Garak feels as old as the ancient, empty look in Bashir's eyes is. The room is full of lessons and skills he desperately wants to unlearn.
"I'm a Cardassian, Julian. Duty is all that I knew."
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I couldn't decide whether he was torturing Julian or just showing him what he still did even now. Which ever, I like it! It'll have me thinking for a bit, and that's always a good thing, especially right now. I need the distraction.
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Now looking at it, I have oodles of these drabbles. Let me torture you with some more.
"Morality, like art, means a drawing a line someplace." ~ Oscar Wilde
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Thin Red Lines
by Penumbra (c) 2004
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Without her uniform, she doesn't feel like Colonel Kira; hiding amidst Cardassians, she sometimes forgets she's Bajoran.
"Today's targets?" she asks of the musty quiet of the cellar.
"Three Jem'Hadar outposts," Garak replies and touches his explosives with intimate, almost erotic reverence. "Two comm stations."
Kira nods, satisfied. She doesn't ask of casualties. "When?"
"Nightfall."
At dusk, she exits with Damar and the bombs. Doing that, she's trusting one Cardassian not to betray her and another to liberate a people she hates, not noticing how strange it should be. In wars, such lines are drawn in blood, and in sand.
I'll stop ( ... )
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:)
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On the bright side, Garak can't make sentences shorter than 50 words, so I'm covered.
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