Lieutenant Commander Chythar Skyfire: Your Wish is My Command
Zeph
((Observation Lounge, Deck 6, USS Chin’toka))
{{Time Index: New Year’s Eve, Evening}}
He paused for dramatic effect. and knelt down in front of Lael. He opened up the little black box, which contained a plain silver band with a golden Celtic trinity knot in the center, the simplicity of the knotwork a reminder that life itself is more complex than it first appears. Since he’d been planning this moment for so long, he didn’t notice his Scots-Irish brogue slip into his voice as he spoke.
Serala reclaimed her little girl from Lael.
Skyfire: Ah cannae imagine livin’ the rest of my life nor takin’ on the responsibilities of fatherhood alone. Lael Elizabeth Rosek, will ye marry me?
Rosek: ::murmurs:: Yes. A thousand times, yes.
Once the words had been spoken, he gave a somewhat goofy smile and slid the ring onto her finger. He reached into his other pocket and slipped the matching one onto his finger before he rose to his feet and pulled her into a tender embrace with a kiss to match. She pulled away from the kiss to catch her breath and she leaned her forehead against his.
Skyfire: :: Quietly. :: I love you, Lael.
Rosek: :: Murmurs. :: I love you, too, an duine agam a bhith (my husband to be).
The Scots-Gaelic confused him for only a moment, but he didn’t let that confusion show through. The moment was perfect.
T’Saara: :: happily :: baa phftt mmaa ma pffthh gaaah. Eeeee.
Serala :: an emerald flush staining her cheeks :: shhh. You’re ruining the moment, Bean. :: looking at the happy couple and silently mouthing her next word. :: Sorry.
Rosek: :: Shaking her head. :: Don’t be. She’s just happy. :: Grins. :: Makes this moment even more perfect.
Levinson: Congratulations.
Raga’brani: Agreed. Congratulations to you both. :: They said emphatically. :: I thank you for letting me experience the forming of such a union. :: He bowed his head slightly. ::
Mei’konda: Yes, and congraatulations from me as well, Commander, Doctor. It has been a long tiime coming.
Rosek: :: Smiles. :: Thank you. :: Turns to Chythar. :: I’m a blessed woman.
Skyfire: You are indeed.
Mei’konda: Let me know if there’s anythiing I can do to help before the ceremony, hm? Or duriing it.
Skyfire: Aye, captain. One step at a time.
Rosek / Any: Response
As the group dispersed, she turned her attention back to her fiancé, wrapping her arms around his neck and brushing her lips against his.
Rosek: ~ You sneak. Is this what you were up to all this time? ~
Skyfire: ~ Aye. Dinnae want you finding out about it too early. Was it worth it? ~
Rosek: :: Murmurs. :: ~ It was perfect. And you’re perfect for me. ~
Skyfire: ~ I am glad. ~
Rosek: ~ Dance with me? ~
Skyfire: ~ Of course. ~
As someone queued up some music, he started dancing with a slow waltz, which seemed appropriate for the moment. The circumstances and the music didn’t support a salsa, and he’d forgotten the chips so this made perfect sense for the moment.
He took a quick glance over her shoulder toward the sample platter, happy to see most of it was being enjoyed. A few of his weirder drinks remained on it still, but the night was young. And for all he knew, the alien visitors might wish to try one or two of the drinks. For now, though, he had the company of a beautiful woman to enjoy. As Mei stepped back a few paces, CD noticed Cadfael was striking up conversation.
Skyfire: :: To Lael. :: ~ Would you care to dance til the new year, or can I interest you in another drink? ~
Rosek: ~ Response ~
Skyfire: ~ Your wish is my command, love. ~
Rosek: ~ Response ~
Any: Response
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Lieutenant Commander Chythar Skyfire, MD
Medical Officer / Barista
USS Chin’toka NCC-97187
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