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Corian is, by the way, wide awake, and, of course, plugging away at a
translation. This time, though, she's over on the couch, as this particular
translation requires some extensive reference material, some of which is
spread out around her.
Tarrant still sleeps. Not only is he still working off the various surgery,
this is what he does when he's not on assignments. Have to store up sleep
points to be spent later. At last though, he does stretch a bit, stirring to
half sit up, rubbing at his eyes.
Corian looks over at the movement, and offers a cheerful greeting--in Gileni.
She realizes that just after the words leave her mouth, and sighs. "That is,"
she tries again, in Standard, "Good afternoon, love. My apologies. My brain
got stuck there for a moment."
Tarrant slips his legs over the side of the bed, looking altogether cheerful if
still a little less than awake. "Afternoon. And please, no apologizing is
necessary, star of my life. Goodness knows, I'm amazed you can keep as many
languages straight as you can. Sorry to interrupt."
Corian shakes her head, beaming at the endearment. "It is far past time that I took a break," she replies, "So you are not interrupting. Did you sleep well?"
Tarrant slides to his feet, tugging the blankets into place. He doesn't balance
on one foot, apparently not needing to. Smoothing the blankets he heads to
the living area. He limps slightly, but by no means as noticeably as the past
several days. "Wonderfully, yes. Warm, comfortable, close to you...I do not
think I could have a better recipe made up for a pleasant night's sleep. And
you?"
Corian nods, smiling brightly as she clears away the stuff on the couch. "I
slept beautifully, yes. I had the most wonderful dream," she adds. "We were
married in a treehouse by the sea, and the group was there, and..." She
pauses. "I cannot remember any of the specifics beyond that, but I was
deliriously happy."
Tarrant slides into the cleared space, sinking onto the couch with a bright grin, buttoning the top button of his shirt. "It sounds wonderful certainly. A treehouse by the sea... One of these days, one of these days..."
Corian, after taking a moment to get her papers in a vague semblance of order,
nods her agreement to that. "Someday," she says softly. "We will have rather
a lot of time, after all."
"The rest of our lives," Tarrant murmurs, sounding altogether awed. He smiles in a rather stunned but pleased fashion. "That just sounds so wonderful..."
Corian finally gets her work out of the way, in order, even. She looks ridiculously happy, but cautions, "I told Hona that we would wait seventy-two hours. After that, though, whenever you would like..." She pauses a moment, then inquires, "How -are- we going to work this, cha'trez?"
Grinning, Tarrant shrugs thoughtfully. "However you'd like to. Something simple I guess. Find a judge, take a trip to Vegan Eight and find a wedding chapel and a Liberace impersonator?" His tone is light and teasing.
You faintly hear a chime mark the hour.
Corian shakes her head at that, hands snaking closer in a brief attempt to locate a tickle-spot. "Vegan Eight, hardly," she replies, with a laugh. "I think it will take us far too long to come up with an idea."
Tarrant squirms from the tickling, snickering quietly. "I think you're probably
right. Maybe we should get someone else to decide for us. A big marriage
wheel o' decisions?"
Corian laughs at that. "Mm. Hona would decide it if we asked, but I fear for
what the result would be."
Tarrant shudders in mock-terror, grinning. "It'd probably involve you having to
dress as a shrubbery."
Corian's shudder is somewhat less feigned. "Very likely so," she agrees.
Expression thoughtful, she adds, "I suppose I will have to locate something
to wear. Perhaps at the shop where Elasia found her dress." And that comment
makes her smile in a vaguely embarrassed manner.
Tarrant tilts his head questioningly at the embarrassed look, but nods.
"Anything you like, love. You're so amazingly beautiful all the time, you
don't even need a fancy dress."
Corian shakes her head quickly at the questioning headtilt. She's not going to
explain that yet, nope, no way. In fact, she blushes a bit, though she smiles
at the praise. "I am glad that you think so, cha'trez. I would like to find
-something- special, though--just not overly fancy, as that would not quite
suit me."
Tarrant nods to the headshake, acknowledging the fact you have no intent of
telling him with a grin. "It sounds like a wonderful idea to me. I shall have
to rummage up something on the fancy end myself."
Corian inquires, with a smile, "Will you wear the spurs? I noticed that you got your boots fixed. It's much better to have them there--seems more right."
Tarrant glances over to where his boots are resting by the bed, nodding with a
grin. "I will if you'd like. I'm very partial to them. It took a while to get
them repaired though, I guess spur clips are simply not all that common in
this day and age. And I didn't want a -new- pair, I wanted my old ones fixed.
It took some doing to explain that."
Corian nods in apparent understanding, settling closer to you. "It seems
perfectly reasonable to me, though, yes, spur clips do seem somewhat...
nontraditional, but they are fun for all that."
"Or perhaps a little too traditional," Tarrant grins as he edges in closer to you, shifting an arm around you. "I ended up dealing with a young man who does museum replicas. He did a marvelous job. Besides, regular spurs would always be noisy. Mine have magnets in them to cinch in the wheel when needed, so that they don't necessarily announce my presence."
Corian settles against you with a soft sigh of contentment. "And that is rather necessary for you, yes," she murmurs. "So new ones really would be unacceptable." She looks up at you with a smile, murmuring something about seventy-two hours being rather a long time. She might be joking, maybe not.
Tarrant stifles a chuckle, leaning down in an attempt to steal a careful kiss.
"Entirely unacceptable." He half-grins, "A very long time indeed, but love, I
can wait til time ends for you, if I needs must."
Corian has relaxed enough that kiss-thievery is entirely acceptable, and, in
fact, welcome, as well as reciprocated. "But you will not have to wait that
long, love, I promise. It will be just a few days--or more, however long we
would like."
"It's up to you, love," Tarrant replies, looking rather pleased at the general be-kissage. "You're the one with family within range."
Corian chuckles very quietly. "If we try to plan this around the schedule of my
family, though, we will never be married. I have not even managed to have
dinner with Riley, and getting Niko and Elasia's wedding scheduled seems to
be something of a headache. It would be simpler if it is just us, I believe."
Though, of course, she'd -like- to have family there, as her expression
suggests. She just wants to be married more.
Tarrant reaches for your hand, gently. "Maybe we should skeedle off and get
married, and then invite everyone who can over for dinner afterwards and tell
them? That way people could drop in and out rather than being there at a set
time? Then your family could be there, in a sense, but scheduling becomes
simpler."
Corian considers that for a moment or two, then nods, exprsesion thoughtful.
"That sounds like the easiest way to do it, yes," she agrees finally, with a
quick smile. "Then we would only have to schedule around us, and would not
have to deal with the headaches of planning it all. That sounds much better,
really, I believe."
Tarrant nods to that, chuckling ruefully, "Which is honestly enough to have to work around as it is. Both of our employers are rather demanding."
Corian nods as well, with the faintest of grimaces. "We can manage to steal a
bit of time, though, I should think. At the very least, I know that I can do
so." She chuckles quietly. "My schedule is somewhat more flexible than yours,
as long as I get the work done."
"And I'll find time," Tarrant asserts firmly but quietly. "Easily enough. The
department's a pain, but this is important. They may grumble about time off
for knee surgery, but they'd be hard pressed to object to me taking time off
to get married of all things. And if they did, well...I'll call Benneton's
wife and tell on him. That oughta' fix things."
Corian laughs cheerfully at that, expression rather delighted. "When in doubt,
try threatening. How resourceful, cha'trez. As long as we get the time, that
is all I ask--though we should likely make some sort of decision as to where,
before we ask for the time."
"I guess it depends on where all there is on this planet to get married," Tarrant replies, looking a bit sheepish. "I honestly don't know, other than churches. And well, neither of us is exceptionally religious, are we?"
Corian shakes her head. "I certainly am not, no. And we need not restrict
ourselves to this planet, though I suppose that would be somewhat easier."
She gestures briefly towards her computer, adding, "With a bit of looking,
though, we can find available places."
"As long as it's someplace relatively close. We're not gonna want to have folks over if we're burning off jump-sickness," Tarrant puts in amiably. He grins brightly at the nod to the computer, "Oh, like he'd help? I think he doesn't like me, I doubt he's gonna wanna look up wedding locales."
Corian lifts a finger to her lips, gray eyes gleaming with amusement. "If we do
not tell him why we are looking, he will be more helpful, I believe." As it
is, the machine's sulking. Attention must be paid!
Corian lifts a finger to her lips, gray eyes gleaming with amusement. "If we do
not tell him why we are looking, he will be more helpful, I believe." As it
is, the machine's sulking. Attention must be paid!
Tarrant hmms thoughtfully, absently tapping a foot. "Now how could I go about
bribing the computer..."
You faintly hear a chime mark the hour.
Corian chuckles very quietly, with a brief shake of her head. "He will recover,
Tarrant. Bribing him is unnecessary--though I got a call from Ximena this
morning. She finally got a chance to take the younglings to the treehouse,
and they were thrilled."
Tarrant brightens still further at that, although such a brightening should not
be possible. "They liked it then? I'm glad, it required a kid seal of
approval. For all I've spent a fair amount of time there, I did build it for
them."
Corian nods at that, looking rather cheerful. "Xalin was delighted--Ximena said
that he nearly bounced right down the ladder. They all really love it. And
they were most complimentary of the paisley."
Tarrant stifles a sheepish laugh, "I hope he did not harm himself. Well, that's one bribe that worked it seems. It is not fair that those poor kids have to live in a world so geared to adults. There need to be kid things too."
Corian shakes her head quickly, reassuring, "He did not actually fall, he just
came close. One of his elder siblings caught him. And, yes, you are quite
right. It was very kind of you to construct that treehouse for them." Her
smile is decidedly fond.
"I dunno' about kind," Tarrant muses, looking a bit sheepish. "As much fun as I had making it, and using it for...other purposes and all."
Corian shakes her head. "But you made it for them, yes? The fact that you enjoyed yourself doing so, and got some use out of it yourself, does not detract from the fact that you intended it for their use."
"Well, everybody's happy, so it's a good thing any way it gets looked at."
Tarrant shrugs amiably. He offers an apologetic look and then climbs to his
feet to acquire jacket and tie, shrugging on the jacket before returning to
settle down again. He's rumpled, but hey, he slept in these clothes, no
surprise.
Corian nods an affirmative to your words, actually looking quite happy. "That
really was wonderful, love. Hona very much approved of the way that you asked
me. And she even managed to be quiet when she embarrassed me, to avoid waking
you."
Tarrant laughs at that, "Aww, but then I could have attempted to defend you
from the evil embarrassing." He grins, "I didn't want there to be other
people."
Corian, cheeks going rather pink at the mere memory of Honalee's words, shakes
her head. "She was pretty... mm, explicit, cha'trez. And, yes, somehow being
alone for that sort of thing is best."
Tarrant's brows lift, and he looks rather amused. "Vicious relatives." He nods, "And that way if you smacked me, nobody would've seen." He grins impishly.
Corian blinks at that, then shakes her head, chuckling softly. "I would not
smack you, cha'trez. I would have tickled you."
"But see, I didn't -know- that," Tarrant explains, chuckling. "I was altogether unsure of your response. I kid you not, I have dealt with threats of every shape and variety, but I have -never- been so scared as that."
Corian shakes her head very slowly, expression fond. Scooting closer to you,
she murmurs, "But, you see, you faced your fear. And now we can marry, which
we would not have been able to do, otherwise."
Tarrant grins at that, leaning in to venture another kiss. "Precisely. And now
I'm afraid I need to take my leave of you a bit. I really need to go snag
some clean clothes. And well, to call my family."
Corian nods her agreement, after returning the kiss. "And I should call my parents before my meeting. I should have just enough time." After a brief pause of consideration, she suggests, "Perhaps you should leave some clothing up here--if you like. It seems like it would be more convenient."
Tarrant's brows lift to that last, "You wouldn't mind?" He questions, "It would
seem to be more efficent."
Corian shakes her head. "It would be simpler," she says, with a smile. "I would
not mind at all."
Tarrant climbs to his feet, stepping back to effect a sweeping bow. "Then it
sounds like a plan. I will see you this evening?"
Corian nods to that, returning the bow while remaining seated. "I would like
that, yes, though it will have to wait until the conclusion of my meeting,
and that looks like it may run a bit long."
Tarrant taps his comm unit containing pocket as he goes to step into his boots,
"Just contact me, and I'll be here. Good afternoon, my love." And with that,
he ducks out so his player can clean the kitchen.
Corian calls a quiet farewell after you, already moving to gather up her work.
Tarrant leaves the room.
Tarrant has left.