[Image: Gif. Ezri and Miles greet each other with a big, friendly hug.]
From Deep Space Nine, “The Changing Face of Evil”
The only reaction images you’ll ever need.
[Pairing Ezri with Julian basically threw away the whole friendship he had with Jadzia.]
Whoever wrote this has a pretty shallow view on the nature of relationships, particularly how they can change, and how certain behaviors are often fuzzy in terms of negotiating what kind of a relationship is taking place.
In the case of Julian/Ezri, remember that, for one, Ezri is a Trill joined with the Dax symbiont, so all of the perfectly accurate information the applies to humans above goes through an even more complicated lens. Ezri did tell Julian that had Worf not come around, Jadzia would have paired with him.
A HUGE part of Julian’s neurosis was the fact that he was never intimate with Jadzia. I’m not approaching this in simplistic terms of Freudian wish-fulfillment. Because Julian proved himself to be better than this. He understood his own hurt, but knew that pursuing the issue with Jadzia would cause more harm, and he loved her enough to know her friendship was worth more than his one-sided emotional spasms.
He also knew enough about Trills and symbionts to understand what was going on with Ezri Dax. Ezri’s feelings for Julian surprised her, but they were there nonetheless. Ezri is her own person. Consumating a romantic/sexual relationship with Julian did not in any way erase the mental and emotional events of Jadzia. In many ways, it allowed those events to be realized in a new life, creating a separate chain of events that was nonetheless an homage.
Now I have to eat red meat, do 50 pushups, and watch gay porn.
[I just want to count every last spot on Jadzia’s body. Twice. With my tongue.]
It had been a long, exhausting day and she didn’t feel up to anything replicated but nor did she feel well enough to go to Quark’s. Instead, she made a request and the man himself showed up at her door with a specially prepared dinner.
"Thank you, Quark you are a life saver." She expected to find a piping hot bowl of French onion soup, but where there should have been ringlets of transparent onion floating in a delectable broth, there were ringlets of squirming serpent worms with little suction cupped feet jumping out of the plate as soon as she opened the top.
It was too late. She tried to block the mental images, but a myriad of them came rushing back all at once. The feel of the little feet sticking to her esophagus as if the bithtool gagh was trying to climb back up to safety, the spring of the mestha gagh still jumping around in her stomach even an hour after Jadzia had eaten. Filden gagh, like soft spaghetti that tries to squirm its way back up your throat as you swallowed it.
Ezri barely managed to set the tray down before bringing a hand to her mouth and clamping the cover back over the platter of gagh.
Think chocolate soufflé! Think chocolate soufflé!
Humans called it a ‘veggie burger’. She hadn’t had one in ages, not since she was a cadet at Starfleet Academy. “Something every vegetarian will want to sink their teeth into.” Rom proclaimed proudly as he served her the platter. Dax raised her brows as she looked up from her PADD, blue eyes training on the sandwich, then on Rom.
"Do you want a root beer with it?" He added, when she didn’t reply right away.
Briefly, she shook her head, nose wrinkling habitually. “No thanks, I’ll skip out on that, but thank you Rom!”
She smiled at him, then felt a tap on her shoulder. Morn leaned over, drawing her attention away from her food and the request. Ezri had never liked root beer much, or soda in general, but once a friend had replicated an old drink from the early 21st century called “Moxie”. It had died out not long after; she couldn’t fathom why! It tasted a lot less sugary than most sodas and had a pleasantly bitter nip to it.
"…And don’t even think about stealing my PADD again.” Her had came down firmly on the device and she withdrew it to a distance out of his reach, but from the flicker of a smile on her face, he could tell she was joking and watched as she took a bite out of the human cuisine.
"Mmm mmm! It’s been too long." Ezri said between bites. Never talk with her mouth full her mother. Actually all of her hosts parents always said. Hell, that’s right! She’d said it, too!
But suddenly she paused, tasting something soft and squishy on her tongue that didn’t feel like tomato… Wrinkling her brow, Ezri set down the sandwich and lifted the loaf off…
Everyone within the vicinity stopped what they were doing. A few officers stood up, hands coming reflexively to their combadges, but they stopped when they saw Ezri topple backwards off of her stool. Morn looked down at the plate. It was only candy worms?!
The only sound for the moment was a muted click every time the red light from the status alert flickered on and off one side of porcelain skin.
"Stand down red alert." She ordered to Kedair. Normal lighting flooded the bridge. "I’ll be in my ready room."
A single look was given to the intruder. A ‘Come follow me’ with a bare flick of her eyes to the two armed security guards on the bridge. Not exactly a threat, but not exactly the welcome she could afford during the war either.
Once the doors hissed shut, Dax spun around and offered a dry, yet friendly smile. “That’s an usually blunt question, but I can tell you that I’ve already had to make this decision before.” Her tone was a little clipped. A bit too crisply for her liking, positing what the asker was getting at.
Did she regret it?
"Of course I regret it." Then she replied in a softer tone. "There are so many drones that we can’t save everyone. I’d like to, but I have to do what I must to protect my crew in circumstances that are overwhelming." Her eyes squinted slightly. "Is there anything else you wish to ask of me while I have the time?"
[text] I'd really like to, but next week I will be at a conference on Betazed with Captain Sisko. Whenever Discovery is next in dock, however, let's make it a date![text] I see... Most certainly then. I will take a look at my ship's patrol schedule for a rough estimate, although it should not be too long. =]
[text] I agree. It's been a while since we had our last holoadventure and I've missed the look on Lancelot's face after you slapped him ;) Of course, we can try something else. Have you ever been bungee jumping? I should also introduce you to General Martok. He's come by DS9 more frequently these days.
In 2375, a shipment of gagh ordered by Jadzia Dax for the celebration of General Martok’s birthday arrived on Deep Space 9. Ezri Dax later rejected the gagh due to being sickened by Jadzia’s memories of it. She wanted it thrown out into space but was disallowed due to environmental laws. [x]
((The wording of this just made me laugh too much. It sounds like they’re saying: “Throwing gagh out into the universe is bad for the environment and therefore against the law!”
Just imagine… all that gagh being thrown out of the airlock and wriggling around in space all by itself… boldy going where no gagh has gone before…))
/I had noticed that, too! bwahaha
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