throughout ryo’s life , tragedy had been a constant companion. it felt as though from the moment of his birth , he had been thrust into a world of relentless turmoil. the very presence of yamirei served as a haunting reminder of the hardships that seemed to define his existence. the news of itadori’s death had struck ryo with a forceful blow. and the moment he heard his sister's smile flashed across his memory. the loss of an innocent life , a life snuffed out before it had a chance to fully bloom. he’d been on a mission and wrapped it up quickly when he thought of megumi and how he’d react. the kid didn’t deserve to go through something like this.
❛❛ what are you doing here ? ❜❜ / @jikoku
ryo ascended the steps with the cigarette dangling lazily from his lips , the tendrils of smoke curling and dissipating into the open air. he settled down next to megumi , leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees looked ahead. his words came out in a rough , nonchalant tone , his usual way of addressing emotional matters. ❛❛ wrapped up my mission early. thought I’d stop by. ❜❜ he was never one to excel at the touchy - feely stuff , a trait that had been ingrained in him over the years. his method of offering support was often by merely being there , by sharing the silence , the solitude , and the weight of their shared burdens. with megumi it was no different.
he stays silent a long moment before taking another drag and blowing the smoke off to the side. ❛❛ you want to talk about it ? ❜❜ he finally asked , his voice carrying the weight of genuine concern beneath the layers of his guarded exterior.
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ok, so. Since your adoption AU has quickly become my no. 1 new obsession, I would totally love to make some fanart or write some fanfic about it. Would you be okay with that?
If not, that’s totally fine! If yes, I’d really like for you to ramble to me about these questions I have (if you have time) because if I make fanart/fanfic I want it to be 100% accurate, because I’m a perfectionist. So, correct me if I’m wrong pls:
Elim “Lim” Junior likes to cook, was the first to get adopted, and is the oldest brother. He seems to me to be a calm kinda guy. Gives me safe vibes, like I would let him bear hug me. What does he do, I wonder? Like, for a living? Or what does he want to do when he’s older?
Idan is the youngest, absolute cutie, I adore him. What does he want to do when he grows up? And what are his hobbies?
Iskra is Garak’s little girl, except she’s not even that little and also she marries a Klingon doctor, am I right? Is she the one who tries out tailoring, do I remember that correctly? What does she do for a living? Or is she actually a professional tailor??
Then, there’s Jocasta. She’s older than Iskra, right? She’s a nurse. Does she work with Julian sometimes? What else does she like to do in her free time?
Yes, I’m interrogating you, yes I want to get to know them, I’m sorry if this is too many questions at once. Don’t feel obligated to answer all of this. Hope you have a great day! :)
Oh man I'd be so flattered!! come on into the sandbox!! I'm so chuffed that you like them as much as I do! Let me try to put stuff down that I've been carrying around in my head re: the kids -
Young Elim ("Lim" "Elim Garak, no relation") is of a very calvinist cut (always busy, always doing something useful, always sober, always parsimonious). Repairs, cooking, cleaning. Inclined to be grumpy. Phenomenally stubborn. Probably a good hugger but on the stiff side. Remembers the most about his family before the Fire, and for decades his grief manifested as anger and the most convenient subject for that anger was the Manifestation of the Old Cardassia, Garak senior. They had a contentious relationship with him until Lim got into his twenties and mellowed out a bit, but they had some bitterly cold grudge matches before then (Garak, beefing with a child? MUCH more likely than you'd think!)
He's a full time housekeeper, first for his Castellan father (he's the cardassian jackie kennedy. refurbishing the Castellan's home, overseeing the rest of the help, hosting events, etc) and then for his mayor wife (and their many future children). Nobody would suggest that it's an unmanly line of work, but they may privately think it. Lim was never a particular stand-out at school and decided to let Iskra be the ambitious one.
His wife is a lot. She REALLY wanted to marry into the Garak family for political cache and set her cap on him but he was NOT having it at first. She had to do a lot of courting. They get along just fine now. Iskra doesn't like her but maybe that's because they're too similar.
Idan is IN STARFLEET! The first Cardassian, and Cardassia isn't even part of the federation! By the time he was growing up, Bashir's disillusionment with the Federation softened enough to weave lots of tempting tales of adventure and discovery for his youngest.
Worf is his idol (first Klingon solidarity!) but where Worf recognized the "you have to decide whether to be liked or be respected" decision and decided to be respected at the expense of coming off as an unpleasant terminally humorless zealot, while Idan plays up his natural goofiness to keep his classmates from feeling threatened by their 6'4 appropriately strong, fast Obsidian Order/Starfleet Medical raised Scion of Cardassia classmate. He's actually very capable and very dangerous when he isn't pretending to be an idiot (or more of one than he really is, at least). Just wants to be liked. Kind of a jock, plays racquetball and does vulcan martial arts. Enjoys Romulan pop (rpop) like every other young Cardassian.
Has a tail. Accidentally trips people sometimes.
Iskra is for real that little. She's very short.
She gets along best with Garak, at least until Lim grows up-up. She was taught from a young age to memorize, recite and debate at length, and naturally did well in academics. She goes to some Federation planet (Andor?) to study comparative law, and then back to Cardassia to read Cardassian law as an apprentice. Through a combination of bald nepotism, personal charisma and actual merit, she snags a position as the attachè of Ambassador Lang to the Federation, where she spends a few years advancing her father's administration's diplomatic interests. Once he steps down and Lang takes his place she ends up... somehow... on a Starfleet mission......?...... and meets her eventual wife! She serves... some diplomatic purpose. Besides amusing herself. I just haven't decided what that would be yet.
Jocasta (oh sweet babbygirl I have not developed you much at all lol) gets along best with Julian because he does enough talking for both of them. She started out helping him with office work in the hospital, but she's the sort of person who Does Work when it Needs to be Done and took enough tasks onto herself that she's become indispensable. Bashir taught her what she needs to know about nursing, and she helps him with the cultural missteps he occasionally still makes. She's the last line of defense if someone's a particularly hard stick because she can throw a needle under tough scales like it's nothing (she could have been a good Obsidian Order torturer).
She would have been the Housekeeper of the family if not for Lim, so she does the decorative stuff that he doesn't - mending and eventually sewing, gardening, even a little art. It reminds Garak a little too much of Ziyal sometimes, but that's a kind of gift, too.
ANYWAYS THATS THE KIDDOOOOOOOOOS! I have a lot of stuff thrown in the #garashir adoption au tag if you're looking about for other tasty bits, it is all approximately Fauve-canon but feel free to play in this space however you like.. I love to talk about them! I'd be so tickled if you wanted to do something with them.
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12 Days of Whumpmas
※ Day II | Reunion ※
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※ TW ※
- Swearing
- Mentions of Death
- Mentions of Murder
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"Remember the plan, and stick to it."
"Of course."
"The only way we'll rest is if he dies."
"And I'll make sure he does."
"We're counting on you, Karyme."
"I won't fail.. I swear."
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"I-I don't understand.. You shouldn't be-" David sutters.
"Helping you.? Well.. I'm dead again, so there's no reason for me to hate you anymore.." Karyme mumbles, her gray figure standing in front of David.
"..I don't trust you.." David says coldly.
"Then don't.. but I'm the only one on your side here.." Karyme says.
David frowns. "I know what your family is capable of-"
"Don't." Karyme says, suddenly angry. "Don't.. compare me to them." She says sternly, eyes glaring at David. "I'm better than them."
David turns away from Karyme. "I'll make it out of here, without your guidance."
"I'm not here to guide you." Karyme tells him. "I'm here to protect you from them."
David stops. "..them.?"
"They're angry at you, for obvious reasons." Karyme says blankly. "If you go alone.. you'll make it maybe 10 steps out of here."
Karyme gets closer. "If you go with me.. I can make sure you get out of here.."
"..but why..?" David mumbles.
"Do I need a reason.?" Karyme asks. "Maybe I'm trying to make things right.."
"..if I trust you.. you swear you won't hurt me.?"
"I swear on my uncle's life." Karyme says.
Daivs sighs. "Fine."
Karyme smiles. "Follow me then, and stay close."
Karyme walks off, David slowly trailing behind.
"I'll tell you a few things.. just so you keep cautious." Karyme mumbles after some silence.
"..like what.?" David asks.
"They hear everything.." Karyme whispers. "They're probably listening to our conversation right now.."
David frowns. "Wouldn't they be angry at you then.. for helping me.?"
"No." Karyme says. "They know their place around me."
"Are they.. scared of you..?" David asks.
"Maybe.." Karyme mumbles. "Probably as much as you are of me.."
David sighs. "I'm not scared-"
"Then why are you shaking.?" Karyme asks, eyeing David. "And why are you so behind..?" Karyme frowns. "You look like you're ready to sprint off.."
"I'm fine just- tell me more about.. them." David says.
"They're..really angry.." Karyme says.
"That's a given." David mumbles.
Karyme stops suddenly, stopping David as well.
"What's going-" David starts, but Karyme shushes him.
"..they found us.." Karyme mumbles quietly.
A series of whispers suddenly surround them. Karyme turns around quickly, looking at David.
"Run." She says.
"What-?" David mumbles.
"Run straight ahead, and into the old control room, I will hold them off, and then I'll find you again." Karyme tells him. "Now go."
David inhales sharply, and runs off, refusing to look back.
It doesn't take long for him to find the control room, and he slips inside, shutting the door.
He finds himself alone once again, and on the brink of insanity.
"..what am I doing here.." He mumbles.
"We needed you here." A voice says.
David stops, eyes wide. "Who are-"
"For a purpose." Another voice says.
"Our purpose." Says yet another voice.
"An exchange." Says the last voice.
David rushes to the door, only to find it won't budge.
"There's no point anymore, David." Karyme's voice says suddenly.
"..what did you do..?" David mumbles.
"All of this.. is because of your choices." Karyme says. "And now, not even Selyna can save you."
David bangs on the door in a desperate attempt to escape.
"Fighting is useless, David." Karyme says. "Give up, and things will be much less painful."
"No, I won't-!" David shouts.
Suddenly, he's thrown back, groaning as he hits the wall.
"You've made your choice." Karyme says. "Now they'll make theirs."
David gasps for air. "You swore you wouldn't hurt me-!"
"I did swear on my uncle's life.." Karyme states. "..but my uncle's dead.."
She appears in front of David, looking down at him. "Consider this a trade.." She says. "Your life.. in exchange for our freedom.." She crosses her arms. "It's the least you owe us."
"You're just like your damn family-!" David shouts.
Karyme frowns. "It may seem that way.." She starts. "But I at least have a reason to kill."
She disappears, being replaced by multiple angry, restless figures.
Karyme appears behind a glass window, watching as David is surrounded, knowing that his life has come to its end..
..and yet she stands there, unfazed, as he screams in agony.
She then disappears again, right as David takes his last breath.
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Karyme walks down the long corridor, feeling numb at her actions.
"..Karyme.?" A voice asks quietly.
Karyme turns around, spotting a shorter figure a couple feet behind her.
Karyme's eyes widen at the sight.
"..Kairo.?" Karyme mumbles.
In a split second, Kairo runs up to Karyme, and they embrace in a hug.
Karyme chokes back a son as she holds Kairo in her arms after so long.
"..I thought I lost you.." Karyme mumbles, her voice cracking.
Karyme pulls away, studying Kairo closely. "Why are you here.?"
"Dad sent me.." Kairo mumbles. "He wants to bring you back home.."
Karyme sighs. "Kairo, we can't go back home-"
"Not Eris." Kairo tells her. "He means back home with him and uncle.."
"..uncle.?" Karyme asks.
"Dad's brother, right?" Kairo asks.
"Yeah.. I know him.." Karyme mumbles.
Kairo smiles. "Can we go now? Dad will be happy to see you."
Karyme returns the smile. "Yeah.. let's go home, sweetie."
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