06-29-2024, 06:11 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-29-2024, 06:13 PM by Peter Jensen.)
Falling to the floor with her had only barely registrered with Peter, as his system fought to keep him alive and used the excruciating pain to achieve that. It seemed like hours, days, weeks that this went on, and afterwards he would muse that if there was a hell, surely it was this, just never-ending.
This particular ordeal did end, however, and when it did, when he had fought his way to the surface of the ocean of agony and could finally breathe again, he saw her.
Right there. In his arms. Her face next to his. And then that laugh of hers. His heart swelled. He hadn't realized how much he loved that laugh. How much he loved....well, everything about her, really.
He looked deeply into her eyes, daring to raise a hand and place it softly upon her cheek as he smiled. But part of him still held back. He was torn between two worlds, two ways. Even now where he had quite literally looked death in the face and told it to go fudge itself and the pale horse it had ridden in on, he hesitated, until he used an effort of will to kick that last bit of hesitation to the curb.
"You are so beautiful" he said in a soft voice. "And strong. And courageous. And I don't know how to express how much you mean to me"
His voice was still weak from the ordeal, but he did manage to say the one sentence a previous Klingon classmate had taught him as a joke and told him to tell an instructor at the Academy as a first-year. It had not gone down well there. He hoped, and prayed though he wasn't a religious man, that it would go down better here.
Otherwise I have to request a transfer for myself.
"SoHvaD parmaq vISIQ. parmaqqaywIâ Damoj vIneH ", he said softly, but there was also a firmness at the same time, meant to indicate certainty, as he looked her in the eyes, dead serious. His one arm still was around her, his other hand on her cheek.
This particular ordeal did end, however, and when it did, when he had fought his way to the surface of the ocean of agony and could finally breathe again, he saw her.
Right there. In his arms. Her face next to his. And then that laugh of hers. His heart swelled. He hadn't realized how much he loved that laugh. How much he loved....well, everything about her, really.
He looked deeply into her eyes, daring to raise a hand and place it softly upon her cheek as he smiled. But part of him still held back. He was torn between two worlds, two ways. Even now where he had quite literally looked death in the face and told it to go fudge itself and the pale horse it had ridden in on, he hesitated, until he used an effort of will to kick that last bit of hesitation to the curb.
"You are so beautiful" he said in a soft voice. "And strong. And courageous. And I don't know how to express how much you mean to me"
His voice was still weak from the ordeal, but he did manage to say the one sentence a previous Klingon classmate had taught him as a joke and told him to tell an instructor at the Academy as a first-year. It had not gone down well there. He hoped, and prayed though he wasn't a religious man, that it would go down better here.
Otherwise I have to request a transfer for myself.
"SoHvaD parmaq vISIQ. parmaqqaywIâ Damoj vIneH ", he said softly, but there was also a firmness at the same time, meant to indicate certainty, as he looked her in the eyes, dead serious. His one arm still was around her, his other hand on her cheek.