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WIP words: blue, black, silence

Blue

With every appointment, Parmak made a conscious effort to look at the image of Elim Garak, after the child had left the room.  He was trying to integrate what he had learned from Marritza about reinforcement, and connecting positive images to negative experiences, with the hope of overwriting them, like thinking of bright blue pastry frosting instead of soulless eyes, or a public and sacrificial trial instead of being frozen and conditioned into inactivity at Gallitep.

Black

Tawny knots of hair were greatly outnumbered by black, slick styles, and she could see a range of grey skin-tones when each child reached out to take their lunch bowl.  They did not look strange to her, dressed up in tattered Bajoran clothing, saying ‘thank you, Madam’ in acceptable Bajoran dialects, then promptly sitting and eating the rations the Cardassians had engineered to be most nutritious for Bajorans.  There was so much dreadful irony in the scene that Beyat did not know which piece to pick away at first. 

Silence 

He incorrectly assumed Garak wanted a power fantasy.  The only correction Garak gave, this time, was done in silence, as he slid his undergarment down with some effort, peeling it off of his skin and rolling it down, one leg at a time, kicking off his shoes and tugging away his socks before it could be removed completely.   

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and some pan!Garak (I still have printed copies - if you'd like one just ask)

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[Marritza's] search for Beya’s file was fruitless, but his search for Nadyn put him in touch with the former Terok Nor, where he found several other interesting leads to pursue.  Among these was a single Cardassian who still lived aboard the station, and a Bajoran member of the Shakaar cell, the very one that had liberated Marritza’s camp years ago.  He expected this would work out perfectly, and thanked Parmak by gently patting his shoulder, and setting down a PADD with the Cardassian survivor’s details. “Elim Garak?” Parmak read, like the name was supposed to be familiar. “I’m sorry I could not provide an image file,” Marritza said.  The truth was that many Cardassian records did not have them at all; Gul Darhe’el had become an unfortunately famous exception. “He was exiled during the Occupation, I thought you might have known each other.” ‘Exile’ was a fitting term for Parmak’s ‘assignment’ to Batal, but his work was solitary, and he had no accomplices to speak of.  He did not have any crimes either, but he struggled, sometimes, with reminding himself of that fact.   Parmak read on; the file was sparse, and some fields were redacted altogether. “Oh, the tailor!” he realized, after a while, and Marritza grinned and left him alone with his recollections. The tailor who apologized to me for not finishing a suit I never even asked for! Parmak thought, enthusiastically.  Now why would such a considerate man be in exile? He expected they had a lot in common, and, since he did not allow himself to feel any self-pity, he devoted all of it, perhaps dangerously, to this Elim Garak.

Salt in an Open Wound

I’m working on this chapter now but I was just... I was too happy with this not to share :)

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Yoooo so here's the deal. I want to reprint these as soon as I can afford to do so, the dimensions aren't at all what I had in mind :/ it's not too small to read, it's just not what I want I wanted and there's no page numbers etc. It's a learning curve. I've got four copies though, if you paypal me to cover shipping (literally just $5) I will sign one and send it to you.

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Parmak leaves Camp Batal

for an upcoming chapter of Salt in an Open Wound and based on this stunning photoset.

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oc?

Thanks!!  I’m gonna just do a few for more of my Salt in an Open Wound folks, because I’m afraid they aren’t vibrant enough on their own.  A resource/possible spoilers/sorry.

Beya

Can make a fire naturally, and attempted to burn down Gul Taryx’s tent several times.  

What, there was an extracurricular sparring team at her academy?  And she was in it?  She was second best and personally does not live this down. 

Has had three corrective surgeries on her tongue to make her speech more clear.  These have backfired, somewhat, and now she struggles with both of her ‘native’ languages. 

Nadyn

Was a respected engineer on Terok Nor, especially by her supervisor, Glinn Boheeka (I love him okay.)  But he realized he could not keep promoting her without it looking like favoritism.  And favoritism of Bajoran workers, especially female, does not reflect well on a soldier’s service. 

Wanted to introduce her baby to his father, but slashed all plans of this after the Withdrawal.  

Like Parmak, she had her hair cut when she was demoted to Camp Batal.  It was shaved off completely, and has only grown back in thin clumps since.  Nutrition, you know.  It’s a struggle. 

Glinn Ramet

At first glance you’d think ‘Wow he must’ve been given his position because he’s related to someone important!’ but it was all entirely by coincidence.  Like he’s always second in line behind the guy who messed up and is getting fired, lucky him!

He’s decent at manipulating circumstances and never takes blame when his plans go wrong.  They go wrong often. 

Does not have a family.  Sort of romanticized the idea while working for the CC, but dismissed it immediately when the OO made him an offer.  Literally wrote up and signed his own contract saying he had no personal commitments. 

Doctor Herin

Has six siblings, all from the same parents, who are still together.  This is the basis for her conviction and, surprisingly, her detachment.  They all get along because they don’t really get personal with each other.  And if that works, she’s gonna keep it up. 

Has no discernible sense of humor until you get really close to her (which is difficult and not always worthwhile, but anyway.)  She doesn’t think anything that might threaten procedures is funny - typos, repeated numbers in instructions, etc. - but really likes wordplay in other contexts.  Like when someone’s name is really similar to the prescription they need - she laughs for about a week when Parmak starts writing himself prescriptions for pekarrem. (if it were for anything more serious, she wouldn’t laugh, but this is to correct his sleep-cycle and is a fairly standard regiment for returning soldiers.)

Constantly does math in her head, like it comforts her.  Counts steps when she walks up or down them, taps her nails in specific rhythms, likes things best when they are odd-numbered.  Oh, that wonderful Cardassian Contradiction. 

THANK YOU so much for asking.  I got really excited and I hope these are Acceptable™

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I'm sorry I've taken such a break from writing recently, it's been busy. I might get some time this week to get back into it, particularly into 'Salt in an Open Wound.' That one's just bothering me because I'm trying to write a few chapters ahead of what is posted (I'm happiest with plot and character development with that method) but I just haven't had time. And I don't want to just post what I have in case I change motivation or plot points later - sometimes I get better ideas halfway through writing a chapter. I'm a mess. But thanks for sticking with me, I'll be posting again soon.

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I can’t actually draw but... in case anyone felt like seeing the Notions crew as I pictured them, here’s a pencil+sharpie mess for you.