#jyz

[twerkyvulture]

everyone else:

elaborate Cardassian anatomy headcanons, Klingon language translations, dissecting official starship schematics, well thought-out xenobiological AUs, etc.

me:

FERENGI LORE

[twerkyvulture]

decided that the space station where my Ferengi self-insert OC lives and works is actually on the other side of the wormhole, post-DS9, so it's like the Federation's first uneasy steps into the gamma quadrant after Odo mediates a peace treaty with the Dominion or whatever. so like as well as Starfleet science, tech and diplomatic people, there's all kinds of displaced Vorta & Jem'hadar who come thru there, and also some Founders (usually in disguise)

[twerkyvulture]

dorky sleepwear is part of Ferengi culture

[callawells]

I imagine touching you so oft

it feels like I've already done so

I imagine your laugh so clearly

it feels like you are beside me

I imagine what it would be like

to hold you

to lie with you

to stargaze on cold nights with you

my dreams telescope

kaleidoscope

my breath catches in my throat

just thinking of you

oh, if only you knew how I long for you

I could take every star from the sky

bottle it

each one a time I thought of you

write you an endless symphony

I'll show you how every note bleeds for you

oh, how I wish you knew

how I care for you

[callawells]

The dew is the thing I remember most starkly

And the cloud cluttered sky above me

The cold wetness of the grass

A bittersweet nostalgia for a moment that had not yet passed

I thought mostly of how it would be over

Soon

How we would both go back to our lives after

How there's a chance we'd never reunite

About the hope we would see each other

Again

I thought about how none of it would matter

About how this felt like the start of something

But that I've watched beginnings like this fizzle and fade before

It was easier then to talk about the stars I couldn't see

Though I knew assuredly they were overhead

So I lay there

And I talked

And I pondered

And I missed the peace of the minutes spent in the grass with him

Even before they were over

I nurtured

Entertained

The concept in my brain

Just for a moment

That he could be somebody

That I could be somebody to him

[callawells]

There's something to be said

For making friends

Out of the people your heart yearns for

Lovers, friends, friends instead

For bringing sunflowers

Rather than roses

White instead of red

[callawells]

He's long hair

And long lashes

And turns of phrase

He's long words

And explains

He's nothing like I've seen before

He's everything I ever dreamed

And upon the darkness of night

When the fire died down

And there were only embers so dim

I felt the way my heart soared

As he duelled with his friend

And the music resounds in my head

Still

Like his laugh does, and his likes and his way of talking

It's not often I'm left the fool

It's like nothing I've seen

He's like no-one I've met

He's truly a mind at work

[callawells]

I've been trying to find people who get me

And I felt like I belonged

The music

The sword fighting

Martial arts, and armour

Isn't that my love language?

The stars

Hyacinths

And when Lin Manuel Miranda wrote "looking for a mind at work"

Well, I never knew I was looking til I found

Him

Crimson

And, great-coats

And simply sitting and talking around the fire

I just want to hear more from him

So clever

Is there anything his mind can't do?