Elim Garak has dedicated his life to the Obsidian Order. His service to Cardassia is everything, until he meets Kelas Parmak. The closer they become, the more the experience changes Garak. Suddenly the things he has taken for granted are not as obvious as they once were, and he finds himself questioning the values that have always defined him.
Trigger warnings for this chapter: some mentions of homophobia
This chapter includes Vulcan poetry, Cardassian textual criticism, bickering about art and Bajoran kissing.
‘This is useless,’ he said. ‘I don’t need to know all these numbers.’
‘It’ll sound good,’ Parmak said. ‘All Temet will do is try to pull at people’s heart-strings. You need to show that you have facts on your side.’
Garak sighed, deeply. In response, Parmak put aside his book and crossed to the desk. He put his arms around his neck and rested his chin on the top of Garak’s head.
Cecil. She/her. During the day I sit in libraries staring at books. During the night I write queer fanfiction with a historical slant.
Some not-so-random facts: Gay space lizards are the best lizards. Star Trek is my life. I have too many DS9 ships. Classic Who and the Eighth Doctor Adventures make me grin stupidly. Kelas Parmak is the best. I will defend historically accurate portrayals of Alan Turing to the last drop of blood. Likes and asks end up in the name of @apolesens-otheraccount, because Tumblr doesn't have a way of changing which blog is your primary one. Nothing happens over there - this is the one to follow.
