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We Don't Do Well In Cold by illusionarymind We Don't Do Well In Cold by illusionarymind
I hate the rocks...and the tree, but too bad. I was tired of futzing around with it. *laughs* At some point I might fix it even more. I want his scarf, though. And he needs a hat.
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Draconicat Featured By Owner Oct 2, 2010
This is lovely -- though now I want to rescue poor Garak and warm him up.... *grins*
illusionarymind Featured By Owner Oct 5, 2010  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Me too. :( He looks so cold. And annoyed.
Lairis77 Featured By Owner Sep 6, 2010
I don't really see Garak but this pic is great! Love the colors! The rock & tree are a kind of surrealistic - that's OK.
JeluiMasters Featured By Owner Jul 21, 2010  Hobbyist Digital Artist
DAYNG O_O... It's spectacular! I love the sweeping elegance of it... WOW
illusionarymind Featured By Owner Jul 23, 2010  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thanks, glad you like. <3
Xiilnek Featured By Owner Dec 29, 2008
Nice. I like his posture, and all the deep blue in the picture. *wonders at the story lurking behind it*
illusionarymind Featured By Owner Dec 29, 2008  Hobbyist Digital Artist
After the Dominion War ended, Elim Garak found himself in the Andak mountain range, hands shoved deep into a coat of dubious origin. The ever threatening clouds were starting to thin, the climate was changing, and all he could do was wait. Now though, Keiko O'Brien had good news -- new that he braved the frigid winter of Andak to hear.

He hurried no faster than he should have, already sluggish from the cold, but this was much too important. He had survived worse than this damnable cold and he would survive worse still. Tain would have laughed and laughed to see him bundled up like a present, wrapped and stuffed so he didn't freeze, but Tain was dead. He walked, hunched forward against the wind and gritted his teeth.

Parmak was right, in the end it was the future one needed to find. Dwelling on the past was always so...disheartening. He pulled at the collar of his coat as he caught sight of the small compound, eyes narrowed as if he could drag it to him through sheer force of will. It was miles O'Brein who met him at the door and beyond, clustered around a heater was Alon Ghemor, Doctor Parmak, Julian Bashir, and Keiko herself.

Ghemor grinned that wide hopelessly expressive grin and Garak allowed himself a thin smile back.

And then he saw it.

From the rocky soil in a planter, he saw it, and he closed his eyes just for a brief moment. The same Cardassian soil that had failed countless times to bear life under so many trials held a single blade of bright green grass.

"That was worth the cold, wasn't it, my dear Garak," Parmak murmured.

"It was," he said in a quiet voice. "I do believe it was."
Shinkako Featured By Owner Jun 25, 2011
Absolutely awesome. Both the artwork and the story. Lovely and well done!
illusionarymind Featured By Owner Jun 26, 2011  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Draconicat Featured By Owner Oct 11, 2010
Terrific story!
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