impossiblejellyfishfart:
indigobluerose:
What if, instead of a forced and inappropriate romantic plot, Garak had actually become Ziyal’s mentor, and not only encouraged her creative side, but also taught her thirty-seven ways to kill a man with a crochet hook?
this is INFINITELY better
“Now now, my dear,” Garak murmurs, his hand sliding over hers to adjust its position, affecting her to move the placement of her fingers. “One’s grip must be quite perfect.”
“Yes, Garak,” Ziyal says: he hears the smile instead of seeing it. Her wrist twists suddenly, and the Vulcan gurgles breathlessly as he drops to the floor. She holds tight to her needle as he falls to the ground, and they both peer down as he goes through some deathly throe for a moment, and then goes still. A pause, and then she says, “I preferred the crochet hook.”
He takes the knitting needle from her, wiping it with a handkerchief, and he nods his head. “There is a certain indelicacy to it, but one must always work with the tools one has to hand.”
She smiles at him, and he smiles right back. It is quite lovely to have a young person so ready to be suitably educated, and he is glad Quark is so scared of him as to readily supply an appropriate holosuite program for practice.
