Teaching myself to draw the two of them like the homo i am
“He was beautiful, Julian thought. Not simply because of his youth, but because of the life that seemed to crackle beneath the surface of his skin. His blue eyes sparkled with electricity. His movements spoke of a quiet excitement. Even the scent of him, thin as it was on the breeze, seemed to prickle with spice and static. It was something, Julian unhappily noted, that was missing from the exile he knew. That joy, that freedom had gone.”
from A Matter of Habit by @damnhardwork
(I’m always floored by DHW’s writing but this one has to be one of my favorites. Who can resist a young obsidian order Garak?)






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