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FRI 1400 T'Prel's Quarters 
3rd-Nov-2008 07:45 pm
T'Prel sat in her quarters, completely silent, her face completely devoid of expression. She had agonized over this, thoughts of a thousand possibilities, discussed it, sought the support of friends, but in the end it was something she had to face. There was no more time to consider. She had settled, however tentatively, on a course of action and she would see it through unless circumstances changed dramatically. She was dressed in white civilian robes in the Vulcan style. She was aware of the beat of her heart, the rise and fall of her chest. She was aware of every inch of her body and yet she felt strangely removed from it, strangely removed from the madness which filled her mind and the hormonal urges which raged in her body. They would be here any minute now.
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12th-Nov-2008 09:34 pm (UTC)
As Tashanas looked at t'Prel's betrothed she found herself really wanting to be able to stand and fight. Before she was stuck in this chair, she had no doubt of her ability to handle him even with the added passion that Pon Far brought forth.

Now all she would be able to do is yell, out fury them both, and call for help.

She had met with the young Vulcan as Saril had requested. She found that she did not care for the man. She had in the past dealt with Vulcans dealing with Pon Far, Saril in one case, but had found the proceszs somewhat refreshing. She found him to be annoying.

Saril stepped ahead of her husband and rang the chime on the door to t'Prel's quareters.
17th-Nov-2008 06:59 am (UTC)
"Come," T'Prel invited. Her voice was tense and it was only made tenser by her desperate attempt to bring her emotions under control. Her lips were pressed tightly together and her face was flushed with blood, her cheeks a soft shade of green. Her eyes focused intently on the door. She didn't want to deal with this but what choice did she have?
19th-Nov-2008 04:32 pm (UTC)
Tashanas met the Lt.'s eyes and tried to seem strong, steady, and supportive to the young woman. Tashanas wasn't entirely certain of what was going to be happening, but she was here in dual capacity, as Captain and as a friendly face for the Lt.

Saril started speaking in Vulcan and Tashanas listened trying to understand more of the proceedings. While she had lived on Vulcan for many years, there were parts of the subtleties of their culture she still did not grasp.
20th-Nov-2008 12:00 am (UTC)
T'Prel listened carefully, struggling to keep herself under control. Saril was neither a prospective sexual partner nor an enemy to be dealt with violently. That made it much harder for her to maintain her interest. The words were mostly ceremonial. T'Prel felt her blood boil as she listened. Her face turned white and she clenched her fists so tightly that her fingernails dug into the flesh of her palms. She was really going to marry Solok and would, at least once, actually have to sleep with the man. It was the most logical solution and the best way out of the situation in the long-term but the thought still filled her with revulsion. Nonetheless, she answered in Vulcan. "I will accept him as my husband under Federation law in a civil ceremony conducted by my commanding officer."
20th-Nov-2008 12:28 am (UTC)
Tashanas came up beside Saril, inwardly cursing the fact that she had to use the chair.

"And is this solution acceptable to you as well Solok?" Saril asked in Vulcan. Tashanas watched as the man came to terms with what was being asked. He had made it clear earlier that he could see the logic in this one piece of the suggestion. Soron had avoided mentioning that it was actually T'Prel's when presenting it. Only noting that after he had agreed. But he had also made clear that having a Rhiansu performing the ceremony was distasteful to him.

The man nodded once. Tashanas was pretty sure that he was not seeing anyone in the room at this point. So as she stood out of the chair, for while this was not going to be a full ceremony it was not a function she would perform in a cripple's chair. She proceeded in Vulcan, to make sure that no one misunderstood her.


"I'll keep this short, do both of you agree to marriage under the civil and legal bindings of Federation law as we have each discussed independently of this space?"
20th-Nov-2008 05:11 am (UTC)
"I do," T'Prel answered tersely.
20th-Nov-2008 03:04 pm (UTC)
Solok's response was equally terse.

"Then it is done." It was not a time for hollow pleasantries. Tashanas stepped back as gracefully as she could manage.

"The paperwork will be awaiting you both in the morning." Tashanas had already completed everything she needed to do for both the wedding and the divorce. She scooted back behind Saril as she said some more ritualistic things. Tashanas was only barely listening as she watched T'Prel and Solok.
23rd-Nov-2008 05:58 am (UTC)
Slowly, reluctantly, T'Prel moved to stand by Solok. She extended two fingers towards him, allowing him to touch two of his own to them. It was proper between man and wife, after all. That was what they were, if only for a night, if only with the utmost reluctance. "Husband..." Part of her wished the others would never leave. Another part, however, driven by primordial biology, couldn't wait to be alone with her mate. Again, if only for a night.
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