cosmictuesdays asked:
Oh. My. Fucking. God.
Turning the tropes on their heads.
Wearing the Cardassian fashions and rocking them, but wearing them however he likes, and setting new fashion trends wherever he goes.
Striding past Garak’s underlings with an imperious, “Get out of my way, little man, I own you.”
Smiling at the people who think he’s Garak’s offworld trophy mate, and quietly running everything behind the scenes, because fuck leaving everything up to his husband when he’s completely capable of handling his own affairs.
Immediately forming a close social network with all the other husbands and wives who are expected to sit around and be ornamental, and using said network to accomplish just about any goal they desire. (Can you imagine a Cardassian Lady Alys???)
Defying class. Defying tradition. None of it matters, all of it’s silly; work with it when possible, ignore it completely when it’s inconvenient. To Cordelia Naismith, she’s a three-dimensional creature in Barrayar’s Flatland. Julian Bashir could do the same. “Yes, I understand that I’m not to cross this sector of town because it’s forbidden to off-worlders, but this is where I need to go. Good-bye.” And the guards just gape after him, because he’s not supposed to do it anyway–
God, sponsoring the med students to go to the poor provinces~~~
Charming!
ginyia