Posted by Ensign Rand Farquharson (Yeoman First Class) in side - sim: Paying for Our Sins

Posted by Commander Roman Alden (First Officer & Chief Science Officer) in side - sim: Paying for Our Sins

Posted by Ensign Rand Farquharson (Yeoman First Class) in side - sim: Paying for Our Sins
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Roman seemed a little relieved when she said she felt fine… Then he remembered what was nagging at him in the back of his mind: medical restrictions. What had he done? At least she seemed okay… He’d keep an eye on her as long as he could. He could always ask Randy if she seemed confused. He would have to. He hugged her when she kissed his shoulder, cuddling into her. He was sleepy and relaxed, too. It was the best he’d felt in a long time, now tainted by guilt that he might’ve made her head worse.

~ Roman

Even with the medicine, Rand hadn’t slept that well in awhile. Just the strain and worry over Roman being hurt, and then being injured herself. For the first time in a long time Rand felt like everything was okay. Her hand slid up and down his arm, encountering the bandage on his wrist, and then over his stomach and the burn and then the pale pink scar over his heart. Roman had to stop getting hurt. She knew Star Fleet came with its risks; she accepted that, but she didn’t like it. In the last handful of months the shortness of a life span had become terrifyingly apparent to Rand. And then her brother thought it would be a good idea to taunt Death himself. “I want ta marry ya. I don’na wanna wait ta be yer wife.”

Rand

Roman let out a slow and long breath as Rand moved her hand across his body. He wasn’t used to his newer scars yet. The one over his heart was barely noticeable to him, but the burn on his upper abdomen felt slightly different when she touched it than he was used to. Though the scars on his palms, from the electricity, had shrunk some, they were still noticeably rough every time he touched something with that part of his hand. They did not bother him in terms of vanity, but he remembered from his leg it took some time to become used to them just being there. His wrist, despite the bandage, was okay now. Randy had said to wear it for a few hours, but then they’d fallen asleep. When her hand stopped over the long, thin scar on his chest he lifted his hand and set it over hers and looked down at her. “Just another few scratches.” He commented softly.

Then in that Scottish accent of hers she said she wanted to marry him, and to not wait to do so and he blushed lightly and smiled, “We are getting married. We just need to be able to take the shore leave on Earth.” He wondered after he’d spoken if she meant she didn’t want to wait for shore leave, that she wanted to be married on the ship. He looked down at her to see what she’d say.

~ Roman

Rand’s brow furrowed and her teeth tugged on her bottom lip. She got that look - the one that said she wasn’t sure what she was supposed to do. The one that meant, if they weren’t laying in bed with her tucked in close to him, she’d be hiding the wringing of her hands behind her back.

Rand would love to be married on Earth, at home, with her family, to let them all meet Roman. He’d probably be a bit overwhelmed. But…shore leave was so long away.

Rand

Roman knew what that look meant. He hugged her tight and then gave her a brief kiss. “It only matters what you want to do. We could get married on board, and then hold our real ceremony on Earth.” He smiled at her, “Whatever makes you happy.”

~ Roman

She relaxed as he hugged her tight and let out a soft happy sigh after he kissed her. “Have…have we talked about this? Before?” Before everything happened. “I feel like we must have, but I can’t remember.” And that upset her. This was personally important, the most important thing in her life was Roman. Maybe they hadn’t, and that was okay, but she couldn’t stand the thought that she’d forgotten. “I feel like we can’t wait. We shouldn’t wait, and I know that’s because I’m scared after everything....but what do you want?”

Rand

Roman shook his head, “We wanted to, but we never got the chance.” When she said she didn’t want to wait because she was scared, he hugged her again. The truth was, he didn’t know what he wanted. He didn’t want his parents there, but he did want to meet her family. He’d considered inviting the Calianos, but he hadn’t decided. Would that be weird to do? Would they even want to go? Or if they did go, would they be there only because they felt obligated to be? A ship wedding would be easier but they had started wedding plan talks and he liked the idea of a wedding in Scotland… Finally he shook his head, “I don’t know.”

~ Roman