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ataraxionlogs2013-08-29 03:12 pm
savethebullshit) wrote in ataraxionlogs2013-08-29 03:12 pm
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CHARACTERS: Anne Cunningham and Murphy Pendlebutt
LOCATION: the holodecks
WARNINGS: since Anne's always cursing, so probably that.
SUMMARY: Anne figures it's about time to propose.
NOTES:
After all this time, everything they've been through together and how long they've been in such a serious relationship, Anne probably shouldn't be this nervous.
But she is.
It's a no brainer, she tells herself. But then again, it's probably not. She's never proposed before. The only marriage she's been in started with her being startled when a proposal came out of nowhere in the middle of a drinking contest. With no experience on doing this sort of thing under her belt, it's understandable that her hands are shaking as much as they are, that she's pacing as much as she is. But she doesn't want to be this nervous. Anne isn't used to being nervous. She can look a monster in the face and not feel much more than a twinge of fear, she can head into a situation she knows she might not come out of armed with only her pistol and hold herself with calm resolve.
This, this right here, the impending proposal terrifies her. More than she could have imagined. It's an alien thing, to feel this nervous and shaken and still elated and excited more than Murphy will probably ever realize, even if she tries to tell him. This bizarre mix of emotions is one that makes it difficult to sit down, to hold still at all. All she can do is pace. This nervousness makes her entire body feel shaky. She's really not sure why.
Maybe it's because she wants this more than anything.
After all of the things they've faced together, all the good times and bad, being married to Murphy is something she wants more than she ever imagined she could want anything. She's sure it would sound silly and cheesy if she tried to convey it into words to him, but the feeling it gives her is enough to make her jittery in itself, jumping around in her stomach as she paces in a ten foot square pattern, kicking now and then at the not-real-but-still-so-real grass under her feet.
The holodeck is set up to show a sunny day, a field full of grass and flowers. Murphy's happy place. Since she found a photo that fell out of his things once so many months ago, she's known it was a special place to him, and now she figures it's as good a place as any to do this. Somehow, doing it in their own room wouldn't feel grand enough to her. Normally, in the past she hasn't been one for big romantic gestures. Somehow, Murphy has changed that. Maybe because she's driven so steadfastly by a desire to make him happy, she's taken to doing things that are silly. Ridiculous. The kinds of things you'd read about in a love advice section of a magazine and laugh.
Or she would have, years ago.
Now, she's grown up significantly. Partly because of life, and partly because of Murphy. All the more reason to want to share that life with the person who's given her so much already, this person that she loves so much that it probably contributes to the shaking of her hands, even now. Even after what's been nearly a year of being together. He still manages to make her feel like they're newlyweds, and they aren't even married. If today goes well, however, they will be soon. And that thought leads to another jittery smile and to her feeling even sillier pacing through the virtual grass and smiling like a crazy person.
Mind leaping from place to place, she continues to pace, waiting for him. In her pocket, the simple ring she found in the guard's quarters is reassuring whenever she puts her hand in to let her fingertip touch the smooth metal of the simple, plain trinket.
LOCATION: the holodecks
WARNINGS: since Anne's always cursing, so probably that.
SUMMARY: Anne figures it's about time to propose.
NOTES:
After all this time, everything they've been through together and how long they've been in such a serious relationship, Anne probably shouldn't be this nervous.
But she is.
It's a no brainer, she tells herself. But then again, it's probably not. She's never proposed before. The only marriage she's been in started with her being startled when a proposal came out of nowhere in the middle of a drinking contest. With no experience on doing this sort of thing under her belt, it's understandable that her hands are shaking as much as they are, that she's pacing as much as she is. But she doesn't want to be this nervous. Anne isn't used to being nervous. She can look a monster in the face and not feel much more than a twinge of fear, she can head into a situation she knows she might not come out of armed with only her pistol and hold herself with calm resolve.
This, this right here, the impending proposal terrifies her. More than she could have imagined. It's an alien thing, to feel this nervous and shaken and still elated and excited more than Murphy will probably ever realize, even if she tries to tell him. This bizarre mix of emotions is one that makes it difficult to sit down, to hold still at all. All she can do is pace. This nervousness makes her entire body feel shaky. She's really not sure why.
Maybe it's because she wants this more than anything.
After all of the things they've faced together, all the good times and bad, being married to Murphy is something she wants more than she ever imagined she could want anything. She's sure it would sound silly and cheesy if she tried to convey it into words to him, but the feeling it gives her is enough to make her jittery in itself, jumping around in her stomach as she paces in a ten foot square pattern, kicking now and then at the not-real-but-still-so-real grass under her feet.
The holodeck is set up to show a sunny day, a field full of grass and flowers. Murphy's happy place. Since she found a photo that fell out of his things once so many months ago, she's known it was a special place to him, and now she figures it's as good a place as any to do this. Somehow, doing it in their own room wouldn't feel grand enough to her. Normally, in the past she hasn't been one for big romantic gestures. Somehow, Murphy has changed that. Maybe because she's driven so steadfastly by a desire to make him happy, she's taken to doing things that are silly. Ridiculous. The kinds of things you'd read about in a love advice section of a magazine and laugh.
Or she would have, years ago.
Now, she's grown up significantly. Partly because of life, and partly because of Murphy. All the more reason to want to share that life with the person who's given her so much already, this person that she loves so much that it probably contributes to the shaking of her hands, even now. Even after what's been nearly a year of being together. He still manages to make her feel like they're newlyweds, and they aren't even married. If today goes well, however, they will be soon. And that thought leads to another jittery smile and to her feeling even sillier pacing through the virtual grass and smiling like a crazy person.
Mind leaping from place to place, she continues to pace, waiting for him. In her pocket, the simple ring she found in the guard's quarters is reassuring whenever she puts her hand in to let her fingertip touch the smooth metal of the simple, plain trinket.
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But maybe that's exactly all of what they don't need -- ties that remind them of that old and so much more logical life they had left behind, now that things were so chaotic and didn't make any damn sense. Nothing to remind him of a church with a priest and empty pews -- and just make it be the two of them, nervous and happy and in love.
Murphy could have that again, here with Anne. They could have it and make it their own.
"Well, shit. When you put that into perspective... guess weddings in space are whatever you want it to be. We could just jump over a broomstick and call it good." Murphy's face waned a little. "Er, sorry... that joke was probably in poor taste."
His humor wasn't exactly up to snuff when nervous himself. But with her hands on his shoulders and her lips pressed to his, he relaxes, and all that tension just ripples into soothing waves.