word 133 challenge response
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15minuteficlets, as I get back into the challenge-writing rhythm again woo! Y'know I've missed doing these...
I imagine him standing in the dark observation lounge for this one, looking out a window and talking to the stars and just *radiating* excitement and joy and man do I sound corny but still, that's the way I see this scene.
Title: A Decent Kind Of Different
Author: Chanter
Series: TNG, between first contact and Insurrection
Rating: G
Pairings: Geordi/Leah (of course)
Summary: Geordi’s POV directly after having popped the question, so to speak. Every night on the Enterprise is something. But tonight I have a reason to celebrate.
276 words
Tonight is different.
Don’t get me wrong, every night on the Enterprise is something, every day, every hour, every second marking ship time and ship’s rhythm under my hands and beneath my feet and feeling barely-there breath whispering against my skin--it’s all something. It’s always something.
But tonight... well tonight’s different.
And don’t get me wrong, it’s not bad different, not like when we’re boarded or we’re down an officer or God forbid when there’s something not working right. It’s not like when the ship’s got a dent or a malfunction different.
Tonight... tonight’s a decent kind of different.
Because sure I’m a lady’s keeper. But there’s also a lady in my life.
The Enterprise is one thing, my charge, my responsibility and of course she’s important. I’m an engineer. She’s vital. But she’s not human.
She’s not the lady in my life.
The lady in my life is my other half, my sensible half, my sounding board, what keeps me serious and what keeps me grounded. She has proved to me time after time for six years that she is so much more than just that lady on the holodeck. She’s logical, I’m not. She’s good with theories, I’m not. She clears my rose-colored glasses when I need it and tonight she told me that I lift her up.
So tonight’s different.
Oh yeah, tonight is way different.
Because tonight I can celebrate. I can be festive. I have a reason that doesn’t have to do with work, as great as those kinds of celebrations are. I have a reason.
Tonight is different.
Because she said I lift her up.
And she said yes.
15minuteficlets, as I get back into the challenge-writing rhythm again woo! Y'know I've missed doing these... I imagine him standing in the dark observation lounge for this one, looking out a window and talking to the stars and just *radiating* excitement and joy and man do I sound corny but still, that's the way I see this scene.
Title: A Decent Kind Of Different
Author: Chanter
Series: TNG, between first contact and Insurrection
Rating: G
Pairings: Geordi/Leah (of course)
Summary: Geordi’s POV directly after having popped the question, so to speak. Every night on the Enterprise is something. But tonight I have a reason to celebrate.
276 words
Tonight is different.
Don’t get me wrong, every night on the Enterprise is something, every day, every hour, every second marking ship time and ship’s rhythm under my hands and beneath my feet and feeling barely-there breath whispering against my skin--it’s all something. It’s always something.
But tonight... well tonight’s different.
And don’t get me wrong, it’s not bad different, not like when we’re boarded or we’re down an officer or God forbid when there’s something not working right. It’s not like when the ship’s got a dent or a malfunction different.
Tonight... tonight’s a decent kind of different.
Because sure I’m a lady’s keeper. But there’s also a lady in my life.
The Enterprise is one thing, my charge, my responsibility and of course she’s important. I’m an engineer. She’s vital. But she’s not human.
She’s not the lady in my life.
The lady in my life is my other half, my sensible half, my sounding board, what keeps me serious and what keeps me grounded. She has proved to me time after time for six years that she is so much more than just that lady on the holodeck. She’s logical, I’m not. She’s good with theories, I’m not. She clears my rose-colored glasses when I need it and tonight she told me that I lift her up.
So tonight’s different.
Oh yeah, tonight is way different.
Because tonight I can celebrate. I can be festive. I have a reason that doesn’t have to do with work, as great as those kinds of celebrations are. I have a reason.
Tonight is different.
Because she said I lift her up.
And she said yes.
