Usually these new buildings Garak disregarded as quirks of the village. But this one was significant. When he approached the door, the smell of fresh earth and warmth of the air and the smell of growing plants wafted out toward him.
He could hear Tolan in his head, could feel the dirt between his fingers as he buried Edosian Orchids. Or he could feel the hot Romulan air as he tilled the ground at the Embassy, feeling suspicious eyes at his back even as he indulged in the smell of clean garden air.
He was almost hesitant to open it up, knowing even as the door opened he was getting... well... heartsick. Of all the bitter, cynical, uncaring things he was capable of, and here he was missing the man that wasn't really his father and being a service worker and actually feeling lovedGarak only managed to get the door halfway open, before he started to step back and close it. He was discomforted by his wave of emotion, and he was a little afraid of that lonely little boy inside of him
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Garak hurried back to the hotel, almost jogging to get back to his room. Probably one of the most excited instances of him returning since Weyoun had been given a bed in there.
He burst into the room, letting the door slam against the wall as he went to grab two of the plants from his window shelf. No, wait, get Mila first, and then the plants.
Leaving the two pots be, he went to the drawer he kept Mila in and fished the creature out, setting him in his pocket.
Garak looked up toward Weyoun wide eyed, and then to his flowers. Well... there was another pair of hands available. "No, but I need someone to carry one of those pots." He motioned toward his flowers by the window.
...And it was true, though perhaps in a moment of horribly Federation tainted guilt he could perhaps return for Weyoun in the event of an emergency... or more likely discretely ask someone else to.
"A botanical garden. One magically sprouted out of the ground, like so many other of these buildings. I would rather my flowers be there. It's a much healthier environment." He nodded toward the still resting orchid for Weyoun to lift as he spouted his devious plan.
"I'm sure it's lovely," he said, blandly. Flowers were neither here nor there to Weyoun, unless one could eat them or turn them into some kind of poison. He had no capacity to appreciate their scent or beauty. Sometimes he found that a little depressing, especially here, where there were so many new things to explore.
Winifred looked over from where she'd been enjoying the fragile grace and beauty of a resting butterfly.
She smiled. "Ah, you are back, Garak." She turned her smile to the new person, taking in his unusual appearance as well. "Hello. Please, bring the plants over here. We'll soon find a place for them."
"Thank you, madam," Garak responded politely, hauling the two pots that he held over to where she was. He carefully sat them down on the ground, then reached into his pocket to fish out the color changing lizard.
"This is Mila," he explained.
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Weyoun put down his own burden next to Garak's beloved greenery and waited, with a pointed stare at the lizard, to be introduced. Typical that he was accorded a lower social status that Garak's pet.
Winifred gave Mila a curious look filled with fascination before glancing back up. "Mila is lovely and will be well cared for here, I promise you."
Then her attention was focused once again upon the unfamiliar man waiting to be introduced. "And your friend, Garak?" she asked, a soft emphasis on the word 'friend'.
"That is Weyoun!" He said brightly, ever smiling. "He comes from a race of diplomats. Their senses are somewhat dulled but... perhaps he would appreciate the occasional shiny thing."
Garak gently held out Mila toward one of the branches, letting the creature reach slowly out to grip it, every shifting color as it moved. "Thank you for this, by the way. Mila is special to me. I know his name is curious, but I was a child when I found him and the only thing I could think to do was name him for my mother."
Usually these new buildings Garak disregarded as quirks of the village. But this one was significant. When he approached the door, the smell of fresh earth and warmth of the air and the smell of growing plants wafted out toward him.
He could hear Tolan in his head, could feel the dirt between his fingers as he buried Edosian Orchids. Or he could feel the hot Romulan air as he tilled the ground at the Embassy, feeling suspicious eyes at his back even as he indulged in the smell of clean garden air.
He was almost hesitant to open it up, knowing even as the door opened he was getting... well... heartsick. Of all the bitter, cynical, uncaring things he was capable of, and here he was missing the man that wasn't really his father and being a service worker and actually feeling lovedGarak only managed to get the door halfway open, before he started to step back and close it. He was discomforted by his wave of emotion, and he was a little afraid of that lonely little boy inside of him ( ... )
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He burst into the room, letting the door slam against the wall as he went to grab two of the plants from his window shelf. No, wait, get Mila first, and then the plants.
Leaving the two pots be, he went to the drawer he kept Mila in and fished the creature out, setting him in his pocket.
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"Is there an emergency?" he demanded, dropping the book. Trust Garak to rescue his lizard and ignore Weyoun in the event of a catastrophe.
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...And it was true, though perhaps in a moment of horribly Federation tainted guilt he could perhaps return for Weyoun in the event of an emergency... or more likely discretely ask someone else to.
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He suspected some kind of trick. He would probably go anyway, for the sake of curiosity.
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He lifted the orchid obediently. "Lead on."
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Which, to say the least, was considerably more impressive than the few flowers Garak had been bothering to keep inside.
He had to nudge the door open with his back when they got there, adjusting the flowers so that they didn't slip from his grip.
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She smiled. "Ah, you are back, Garak." She turned her smile to the new person, taking in his unusual appearance as well. "Hello. Please, bring the plants over here. We'll soon find a place for them."
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"This is Mila," he explained.
[(HAHAHAHA And this is me forgetting to watch the thread so I didn't get your reply! *muppet dance of victory*)]
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Then her attention was focused once again upon the unfamiliar man waiting to be introduced. "And your friend, Garak?" she asked, a soft emphasis on the word 'friend'.
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Garak gently held out Mila toward one of the branches, letting the creature reach slowly out to grip it, every shifting color as it moved. "Thank you for this, by the way. Mila is special to me. I know his name is curious, but I was a child when I found him and the only thing I could think to do was name him for my mother."
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