Through my window, I see stalks of rulot grown tall. Even though it has been years, I marvel at Cardassia’s resiliency. Once, I wondered if our soil had been poisoned forever, if anything would never grow again. But Cardassia has always been more than the soil, and her spirit thrives.
There are children laughing outside my home, and I drink in the sound like so much water. It sounds like hope.
I have grown foolishly sentimental in my old age, Doctor. You will laugh when you read this. But my heart bursts to share it with you, to see you glow in the light of Cardassia’s suns. Come back to me soon, my love.
-Elim
Elim,
You know I had to come in to the clinic today. You already convinced me to take a week off; my patients would be suspicious if I stayed away longer. I’ll be home in time for dinner. Parmak has promised to make sure of it.
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.