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side - sim: To Propose or Not to Propose?

Posted May 10, 2022, 9:48 a.m. by Commander Roman Alden (First Officer & Chief Science Officer) (Lucas Foxley)

Posted by Ensign Rand Farquharson (Yeoman First Class) in side - sim: To Propose or Not to Propose?

Posted by Commander Roman Alden (First Officer & Chief Science Officer) in side - sim: To Propose or Not to Propose?

Posted by Ensign Rand Farquharson (Yeoman First Class) in side - sim: To Propose or Not to Propose?
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Rand stopped a half step in when the doors opened, it was empty. She stood there a moment and then started walking again, led on as Roman moved toward the only table in the room. She sat when he pulled out her chair and looked around the room again. However the eye was drawn to the prime star. The blue was dazzling. They were close enough for the windows to be almost filled with it, but far enough away it wasn’t painful to look at. Or maybe that was some kind of filter put on the windows? Rand wasn’t sure.

Looking out the window Rand watched the color flicker and flash like a gem caught in sunlight, “It looks like a blue topaz.” She glanced over at him, “It’s beautiful.” The smell of the food finally caught her attention and she peeked under the dome - Shepard’s pie. That was when Rand realized Roman had put a lot of thought and effort into…well, all of that, and she started to worry she’d missed something really important…

Rand

Roman looked a little nervous, his palms sweaty as he uncovered his own food and picked up a fork. “I’m glad you like it.” The light cast by the star was a soft blue and it made the whole room look a bit blue. He looked up and smiled at her. “I thought it was about time we just have a special day.”

~ Roman

Rand slowly blew out a breath. Okay, she didn’t miss anything, this was just because. “I do like it.” She picked up her fork and took a bite, and hummed her appreciation.
It was soooo good. The lights in the observation lounge were low, making shadows, but allowing the star to create a blue tinge to the room. She watched the light flicker off the bulk heads. “It’s like being underwater.”

Rand

Roman nodded. “It is. There are filters on the windows to keep it from being too bright.” And then, he went on a scientific tangent about why the star burned blue. It wasn’t his specialty, but he’d gotten the report from the related department and thought it was interesting. He ate his own pie slowly, it really was very good, but his nerves were making it harder to enjoy it.

~ Roman

Rand listened as he talked about the star, and eventually he said something she had to ask about. The conversation flowed back and forth easily, or it felt like that to Rand. Before long, or so it seemed to her, she was finished with her meal. She set her fork down and sipped at her drink and leaned back against the chair. “I think Chef keeps getting better.”

Rand

Roman was finished with his around the same time. “Maybe he’s learning more about shepherd’s pie.” He commented. And then he realized they were done, and that meant it was time, and suddenly the little ring box felt really heavy in his pocket. “It was very good.” Roman had told Chef the reason for the pies. He’d have to thank him later.

Roman was acting strange…distracted…or worried over something. Almost like he was daydreaming again but not something…he was just off. It was weird. Was he upset she complimented Chef about the meal instead of him? That didn’t make sense. She took a breath, she needed to relax, she was getting herself worried over nothing.

How should he ask? Should he just kneel now and blurt it out? He needed to say something or the meal will end and he won’t have done it at all. It was the mental image of the two of them together, old and grey, that finally kicked his mouth into moving: “Miranda, I love you, and you’ve done so much for me, helped me in more ways than I’d have thought possible. You..” his voice shook slightly with nerves and emotion.

Roman started talking and she turned away from the window to look at him. She really did love the way her name sounded with is English accent. Her face flushed pink and she reached over and squeezed his hand. She opened her mouth to speak, to tell him she loved him too, and that you helped those you loved, but he started talking again before she could.

“I can’t imagine life without you anymore. I want to be with you until we’re old and grey and retired, back on Earth or wherever else.” An idea that previously, he couldn’t have imagined at all, retirement. There’d been nothing for him outside of Starfleet. That wasn’t true anymore. Where the hell was he even going with this? He was so bad with emotional stuff like this. “My point is, I love you and Miranda, I want you to marry me.” As he said her name again, he knelt, pulled out the ring box, and opened it, taking the traditional proposal stance.

~ Roman

The idea of retirement with Roman made her grin. Staggering out to some lab in a garage at ungodly hours to remind him to eat or sleep. Then suddenly, he was on the floor, on one knee with a ring box. Roman’s last words left Rand sitting stunned, unable to think or speak. Vaguely she recognized the ring in the box as her grandmothers - the one her grandfather had especially made. Marry him? Roman wanted to marry her? Her whole face lit up, but she couldn’t get her voice to work.

Rand felt like she was standing at center stage, spot light right on her, and she’d forgotten her lines - not just her lines but the part she was supposed to be playing. Her hands rung in her lap and her breath and heart beat sped up. Of course she wanted to marry him. Her head was nodding but despite opening her mouth several times her voice just wouldn’t work. She looked from him to the ring (her grandmother’s ring) and back. It was his eyes that finally settled her, that made her breathe deeply and her voice work again. Yet still so surprised it came out softly on her Scottish lilt, in Gaelic, “Tha.” One hand came up to cover her mouth, like she’d said something wrong. Her face blushing bright red as she spoke again, “Yes.”

Then after what seemed an eternal moment (but really wasn’t) Rand whispered, “I don’t remember what else I’m supposed to say…”

Rand

Roman stood and hugged her, still gripping the ring box in one hand. It was a tight, happy hug, pressing her to him. “You don’t have to say anything.” A ‘yes’ was really all that was needed and it made him really, really happy. “Do you want to put on the ring?” He asked after another silent moment.

~ Roman

His hug made everything better, calmed her nervousness, and just felt good. Rand hugged him tightly, not worrying about what else to say.

She pulled back a little to look up at him and nodded, a huge smile on her face, “I do....but Roman…how did you get it?”

Rand

Roman smiled. “I asked Randy what sort of ring you’d like. He had the perfect one already.” He explained how he’d asked if Randy was really okay with letting the rings go. “And it and the marriage bands are perfect.” He looked down at her and smiled again. “I hope you’re happy with it.”

~ Roman


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