☆ glimpse of divinity
{☆} characters lyney, neuvillette [ separate ]
{☆} notes cult au, drabble, gender neutral reader
{☆} warnings none
{☆} word count 0.8k
× neuvillette
The first time he sees you strolling the streets of Fontaine with a glint of wonder in your eyes, he thinks he must have finally lost it. He has to rub his eyes and check a few dozen times before he's certain that you are, in fact, real and not some figment of his imagination conjured by a lack of sleep and overdose on caffeine.
..Though now that he gets a better look, it's not quite the same. Like a smudged painting, he thinks. Still, the uncanny resemblance to the visage of the Divine One has him lingering around the area just to stare a little longer, a deep, devoted sense of affection bristling beneath his skin.
And then you turn sharply on your heel, staring directly back at him, and he feels a sudden wave of embarrassment and something akin to shame.
Archons, he'd just made a fool of himself, hadn't he?
He quickly turns away, clearing his throat and hiding his embarrassment behind his hand. Though it does not seem to deter you, the soft tap of your shoes growing closer until you were peering up at him with wide eyes.
"..Hello." He offers awkwardly, a little too stiff and a little too formal, but you don't seem to mind in the slightest. He knows that your appearance, your vague similarities to the Divine One are mere coincidence, but it does not stop his heart from skipping a beat when you smile up at him. "I– apologize for being so uncouth and staring, it's just.."
His voice trails off into a breathy exhale, his hand twitching on his cane as if he wanted to reach out and touch you..but he restrains himself in time. He could not make a bigger fool of himself – he would never hear the end of it from lady Furina.
"You remind me of someone."
He decides, readjusting his hands on his cane as he bows his head for a moment is a show of genuineness, though it must look awkward with how stiff his body feels.
Yet he cannot help but want to get closer anyway, to hear the silky lilt of your voice grace his pointed ears. This is as close as he will ever get to the Divine..he is a weak man, he finds, as he offers a hand to you.
"I understand if this is a bit..forward, but would you mind joining me for tea?"
× lyney
He is a master magician – his entire work is built on keen misdirection and sleight of hand, but even he stumbles for a minute thinking he'd seen an illusion in your warm smile and striking features. Almost an exact copy of the Divine One, yet not quite..
Still, it's enough to pique his interest – enough, too, to give him the confidence to slip into your conversation with ease, all smiles and the slip of a card between his fingers.
"Hello, stranger – I don't think I've seen you in Fontaine before," He laughs, his hand reaching around to rest gently on your opposite shoulder, his voice a ghost of a whisper in your ear. "Say, could I interest you in a bit of magic?"
He perks up at the way you seem to light up like fireworks at his offer, a spark almost like recognition in your eyes he brushes aside – he's quite well known, after all.
"Good! Now, if I may just borrow your attention for a minute.." He grins, stepping around you and turning sharply to face you, his hand outstretched with a deck of cards in his hands, face down. "Let's start simple, shall we? I shan't overwhelm my audience – pick a card."
He holds the cards out again, his features twisted in something like awe, though he hides it well.
His heart flutters at the briefest of glances of your hand against his as you pluck a card from his hand, and he quickly retracts it, reshuffling the deck with a broad grin and a wink.
"Do your best to remember it! If you could return it to the deck.." The card is placed back in it's place amongst the rest, and the magic begins!
"Now then, let's see..hm," He hums for a long moment, the silence filled by the constant shuffle of cards until he suddenly plucks one from the deck, flipping it around for you to see. "Is this your card?"
He frowns when you shake your head, almost pouting, before he lights up again and steps forward.
"Ah! How foolish of me, I missed it..it's riiight here, see." He winks, reaching behind your ear..and pulls free a card from seemingly thin air. He flips it around for you to see again, and when you tell him it is, in fact, your card, he flips it around again.
And before you can see it, he's holding a rainbow rose between his fingers, his hand outstretched as he bows.
His eyes glint with a sort of wonder as he looks at your features, his smile widening a fraction.
"Well, dear stranger? Did you enjoy the show?"
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DS9: "Civil Defense"
ATTENTION BAJORAN WORKERS: The crew of Deep Space Nine has inadvertently tripped a Cardassian failsafe left behind by Gul Dukat, the former prefect of the station. To prevent a Bajoran uprising, key systems will require Cardassian access codes. Any attempt to bypass these codes will activate security countermeasures, including the self-destruct sequence.
For my money this is one of the better episodes of Star Trek: Deep Space Nine. Most of the superior candidates are entrenched in long-term storytelling, but if you just want to kill an hour with the DS9 gang in a very DS9 story, you can't beat "Civil Defense." I like when a Star Trek show does stories that wouldn't work on the other Star Trek shows, and this premise gets right to the heart of "we moved into a secondhand space station without kicking the tires."
The problem-solving here is top-notch. I especially like that Commander Sisko almost immediately tries to convince the program that the "Bajoran workers" have surrendered, because why not? Another great bit is Jake Sisko panicking while trying to find a way out of ore processing, and his father calmly advising him to relax, even as the room is about to be flooded with poison gas.
Of course, things really get cooking once the real Dukat answers his own prerecorded distress signal. This is the first time we've seen Dukat since "The Maquis, Part II," when the Cardassians threw him under the bus and he owed his life (and a chance to salvage his career) to Sisko. Evidently he's recovered from all that, to the point that he feels comfortable swaggering onto the station looking to take over. A bit jarring, but totally worth it when he activates another failsafe his boss left in case he tried to desert his post. The look on Dukat's face when he realizes he just played himself is priceless.
The solution is a little flimsy, but I'll accept it. I don't understand how overloading the power supply grid would turn off the force fields but somehow turn on communications. But I like the poetic justice of thwarting Dukat's program by using a different lethal security measure that's unaffected because Starfleet disconnected it when they moved in. And instead of the usual race against time to abort the self-destruct sequence, Sisko ends up letting it happen but redirecting the energy into the station's shields (which are active for some reason). I assume that means Dukat's program released its lockouts, because it thinks the station is destroyed, or something like that. But a win is a win.
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Heads up 7 up
tysm for the tag @wildswrites !!
Rules: post a 7 line excerpt.
Here’s this weird little section from BODY BACK. Perhaps mildly spicy as a warning??? Mostly strange! I have no gauge lol. Jeremiah bait!
They aren’t exclusive, don’t even know each other’s last names, and besides, how can Jeremiah help how everyone magnetizes around him? Harrison can’t blame them. Jeremiah is illusory under the disco ball’s speckled light, his throat long, biteable, his eyes syrupy in his high. A woman takes him by the shoulder, but not just any woman—Biyu, and her eyes are pinched, analyzing, because she’s looking at Harrison, her glossy crimson nails on Jeremiah’s cheek, and she’s kissing him too now, her body joining the cluster, and it’s good, the way they all roll limbs to synth, the way they turn into each other’s faces and kiss, kiss, kiss. The music clangs, their mouths full of spit. The DJ says to hold your partners close, and they don’t have to. They are not simply together, not simply in chrysalis, but osmosed in their becoming.
Open tag on this but please do this if you see this & say I tagged you! I want to read your stuff!! :)
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