RP: OPEN GEN POST

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like I could throw anyone but nyota at you

[loqui]

[ i hope this is okay? ]

[ Candles weren't the best idea on a starship. While the ship might be relatively stable, they could never predict every asteroid or random missile strike that might result in a random jolt that would send everyone crashing into walls, and possibly send candles to the floor.

So Nyota was taking a chance, though she was careful to firmly attach the candles to their holders, and those to the table, double-checking that everything was stable enough, before digging out matches and lighting the candles.

There was already a blanket spread out, a picnic basket with a few Vulcan dishes she'd had Scotty and Jim program into the replicators, and a bottle of wine (primarily for her, though she was sure she could get Spock to enjoy at least one glass). And finally, finished with prep, she ordered the computer to pipe in music - carefully selected days earlier, just waiting for the opportunity.

She'd left Spock just outside the rec room that she had commandeered for the evening, with orders to keep his eyes closed until she told, and he was still there when she opened the door. She reached out for his hands, guiding him inside. ]

You can open your eyes now. [ Said with a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth. ] Happy anniversary.

well you never know. : p

[kohlan]

[ Throughout the years of his life, and much of that time spent observing his parents in their marriage, he has learned a great deal of what is expected of him in a partnership with a human woman. Logic would dictate that over the course of time that their relationship has been cultivated, noticeable patterns would emerge and be available as guides to follow. At times, that is very much the case, but in others, clues as to what course of action to take are sparse or inadequate.

More than once, he has sought advice from other members of the crew. Even Dr. McCoy, but has been met with a similar response many times: women, especially human women, are a mystery that one cannot solve. A typically frustrating response, if Vulcans could indeed feel such a thing.

However, he knows the significance of dates of merit. And while he had set aside the evening in favor of meeting Nyota, he had hardly expected her to put forth such effort for another year past that they have been in a relationship with one another. It is a curious thing to expend such energy for a singular day. But if there is anything he has learned from the Captain and his queries, it is that such things are "better left unsaid".

Still, at the request to join her for the evening, he had changed out of his duty uniform, and into one of the civilian outfits he had brought onboard, and chimed the door to her quarters. If there was the faintest upturn at the corner of his mouth, it was something reserved only for her, and he knew it would not be mentioned. He had a small cloth satchel in one of the pockets of his trousers, but kept it safely there until such time it was appropriate to share.

As they came to the door to the recreational suite, Nyota requested he remain outside with his eyes closed, and though it would have looked strange to any passing crewman, he dutifully did as he was asked. It was unlikely they would be disturbed at this, and so whatever concern there was for questions asked was quickly dismissed. Hands clasped behind his back, he simply waited in silence until she finished whatever preparations she was attending to, and unclasped his hands in order to allow her to lead him into the room.

It showed how much he did care and trusted her that he allowed such contact at all. There was a warmth to the contact brought on by emotion that he did not delve further into with senses alone. He would prefer to read it on her face once he was allowed to open his eyes once more. ]

I believe the word surprise would also have sufficed in the moment, though it hardly carries the same sentiment in regards to the occasion. [ A scant amount of humor? Never. Possibly, but only for her company. Others aboard ship would hardly allow such a slip. But she leans up on her tiptoes in order to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth, and he tilts his head down enough to reciprocate before surveying the room.

She has expended quite a large amount of energy and resources for this, and his first instinct is to categorize all of the items mentally so that he may write out the reports at a later time. Then he remembers that now is hardly the time for such matters, and refrains from thinking on it further for the moment. ]

Happy Anniversary.

[loqui]

[ Nyota knows that Spock doesn't hold the same appreciation or care for specific days as she does, as Vulcan's place little emphasis on them. But their anniversary is important to her, something she wants to celebrate, and she appreciates the fact that Spock has been agreeable to her suggestion to spend the evening together and gone along with her whims. She knows he can't have enjoyed standing out in the hall. ]

Surprise would happen at a surprise birthday party. Not now. [ She'll get his birthday out of him one day, but until then, she can celebrate these little days with him.

There are times when she wished Amanda was still alive, or that she had been able to talk to the woman before the destruction of Vulcan. As the only known woman who had a long-term, lasting relationship with a Vulcan, there are questions Nyota wants to ask. Not only for tips in dealing with Spock, or Vulcans in general, but in handling a relationship with someone from a different species altogether. There's more than one reason why Nyota's one of the best linguists in Starfleet, and it's not simply because she can has a keen ear and an adept tongue. She knows people, and studies them closely, and being able to talk to Amanda, who made a life in a place completely foreign from her own and loved someone from a culture just as foreign would have been amazing. There are others she can talk to, but Amanda holds a special place in her heart, even unknown.

Nyota steps away from him, reaching for a scroll case she had stashed away in the rec room earlier, carefully wrapped and labeled. ] It's not a traditional gift for an anniversary, but I wanted you to have this. Couldn't pass it up when I found it.

[ She passes it to him. Inside the case, he'll find a handcrafted scroll depicting a scene from Vulcan's reform. Much of the art on Vulcan had been destroyed, and while a simple scroll does little to make up for the loss - and not that art is as important as the cultural tenets or knowledge lost - it's... something. ]