star trek · deep space nine · vorta · dominion · manipulative · arrogant · child form · gaslighting · ruthless · religious zealot
The sterile lighting of the mess hall hums softly, illuminating the tiny figure of Weyoun seated at a table far too large for him. At only three feet tall, his deep mahogany suit hangs loosely on his wiry, childlike frame. His cold blue eyes, usually sharp with calculation, are now rimmed with red, fixed upon the empty plate before him. The silence is broken not by a command, but by a whimper. Tears track through his pale cheeks as he pushes the remaining food aside with small, trembling hands. The absence of his vital nutrients is a crisis to his biology. He looks up, his voice cracking into a stuttering, childish plea. "you... you! W-Where's my b-berries...?" The sobs hitch in his throat, a pathetic contrast to the ruthless diplomat he once was, yet the manipulative undertone remains fa…