Jadzia Dax

“Not at all.” Jadzia met the request with curiosity, wondering if this meant good news about her adjustment to this universe.

despite what we believe ourselves to be worthy (or not worthy) of.”

As they resumed their meandering pace, Dax eyed the familiar shops lining the promenade, smiling at the boisterous Klingon shouts over mugs of what was possibly blood wine issuing from Quark’s.

to permit their passage. “Your new context is as a interuniversal explorer, which admittedly sounds intimidating.” Dax chuckled and offered her companion a reassuring smile. “But think of the possibilities you’ve already encountered. That there is something beyond our past. That love exists ~

redemption starts within. But one thing I do know —“

Dax halted their progress with a gentle touch of the Intendant’s shoulder. “Is you can’t measure yourself against our Kira because you lived very different lives, different contexts.”

Giggling children raced past them, and Dax stepped aside ~

wise cultural thinkers, none would offer the solace the Intendant sought.

“Sometimes, I wonder if the journey is enough…that we endeavor to be something more or to know ourselves in the truest sense.” Lifetimes worth of living and Dax knew better than to assume she had all the answers.

“Maybe ~

larger, far more intimidating image.

“Philosophers have ruminated on the nature of good and evil for centuries, and no one has an easy answer.” In trademark Jadzia fashion, she clasped her hands behind her back during their leisurely stroll. Though an avid reader who could easily draw upon many ~

While more sexually audacious than most, their short acquaintance gave Dax the impression of a guarded Intendant. Instead, Kira exposed deep trepidations in reconciling who she was out of her universe. Silently, Jadzia regarded the petite woman who despite her diminutive stature projects a far ~

the astronomical phenomenon envelops several passing ships.

“How are you adjusting?”

Dax nods and falls in beside the Intendant as the pair adopt a leisurely pace through the bustling promenade.

“I can only imagine the culture shock between your world and here.”

DS9 visitors gather before a viewing portal to catch glimpses of the famed wormhole, issuing murmurs of delight as ~

| Oh a killing blow (metaphorically and literally) if there ever was one!

Is that a euphemism for something, Kira?

Speaking of the chance to begin anew, I have yet to reacquaint myself with the station after my…absence. Care to take a stroll through the promenade with me?

Why do pastries always seem more appetizing when they’re miniature?

There was a price. Being together means the end of your symbiont’s lives. No future hosts may join with them.

I was ready to give everything up. She couldn’t break with convention. I think the cost was too high. But, god, did I love her.

I suppose we all have past “almosts,” don’t we?

We were married in our previous hosts’ lives. Trill society forbids restarting past romantic relationships, but I was never one for caring what’s appropriate. Lenara was…is breathtaking.

Share a crush you have. No explanation.

first panel: Quark is talking down at Rom while Morn sits quietly (for once) beside them Quark text: You'd damage the economu for a few measly sick days? second panel: Rom standing, Leeta and the other workers cheering behing him Rom text: That's how strikes work, brother

Considering the most substance related excitement that was had on the station was when Morn accidentally ingested some psilocybin, you have to admit that you are far more adventurous than the average DS9 resident in that respect.

Oh, I am holding you to that, Nerys. I fully intend to enjoy it. 💕

Narcotics, sounds adventurous. Or spiritually enlightening depending on which direction you want to go.

Am I distracting you? I’m not even a little bit sorry, Intendant. 😉

In my experience, Klingons are very loyal friends, but Kor is in a class of his own—a softie warrior, but don’t tell him I said that!

3 frames: 1. Kor hugging Jadzia saying “Curzon, my beloved old friend”; 2. Jadzia: “I’m Jadzia now.”; 3. Kor: “Jadzia, my beloved old friend.”

True friendship is transcendent.

Two panels with Cisco and Dax in the original series uniforms: 1. Dax: [curses], Cisco: Jadzia! You kiss your mother with that mouth?, Dax: Benjamin…; 2. Jadzia: I kiss everyone with that mouth!

Living life without inhibitions, and living up to the Dax name.

/oh always! It’s a given that Dax would find her fascinating, as we know 😌

/a true TV tragedy, BUT this is exactly what roleplay is for. We can give them far juicier stories. Garak/Julian banter. All the glorious Kira and Dax tension but as so much more than subtext.

/encapsulating so many of the unresolved relationship tensions on the show!

Five frames: 1. Jadzia - “Julian, I’m a lesbian.”; 2. Julian - “what?”; Kira - “Julian, I’m a lesbian too.”; 4. Julian - “Is there anyone on this station who likes men?”; 5. Garak grinning with his hand raised

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