Anonymous asked:
Have you got any headcanon on the Garashir baby? What's their name? Who takes care of them while Julian and Garak are working?
el-im answered:
AH! I talked abt hypothetical names a little bit here, but don’t have a definitive answer yet (mostly because I’m terrible at making choices but also because I figure… they may have more than one! I’ve just… gotta get around 2 actually illustrating their little gaggle of mischievous little things lol).
I’d love to think that–in the early days at least–that Garak takes them to the shop with him, that having long scarves and wraps makes it easy to tie the little thing to his front while he’s sewing (and while someone likes to reach their little claws toward threads occasionally, for the most part the practice is spent with the little thing watching a coat or gown come together stitch by careful stitch: entirely transfixed by the slow rhythm of it all). I figure it tends to be slower in the mornings and in early afternoons, with Garak working on placed orders rather than arranging fittings or accepting new commissions. Depending on the duty roster of the week, Julian can usually stop by at the end of his shift and pick them up when the shop starts to get busier.
That said… I adore the notion of Ziyal being the Preferred babysitter on the station–Julian makes jokes that it’s just like Garak to trust their child into the care of the only other Cardassian on the station, but he knows that Ziyal just adores their little one (and to be frank, he’s much more comforted knowing that their kid is doing finger paintings or playing in the arboretum with Ziyal than hanging off the banisters with Jake and Nog–having treated enough of their broken limbs and scraped knees to have much faith in their obeying Odo’s ‘no running on the promenade’ rule).
Worf loves the baby, and is reluctant to give them up once they’ve been handed to him. The feeling is mutual, though the child’s attachment to Worf garners a lot of giggles from the ops crew while he’d working at his panel with a toddler wound around one of his legs like a Kos'Karii. He tolerates years of hair pulling and being climbed over for the eventual privilege of teaching the little one about Klingon history and traditions (which they’re enraptured by), with Worf even having bestowed a “baby’s first meqleH” to them on their first birthday, (much to Jadzia’s fond exasperation) and which Julian quickly whisks away and bolts to a high shelf.
