He leads her, past many stares and openly gaping people, to a balcony. Not the balcony, but one that's out of the way and private. It's wide enough to comfortably accommodate a table set for two with enough room to move around and not worry about bumping into the furniture. On the table is a single candle waiting to bit lit, and next to it a bouquet in an Athosian-made vase , consisting of Inara's flower surrounded by complementary blossoms.
The table cloth isn't silk, since this is a military outpost and not the Ritz, but it's white; the place settings are actually real and not the usual hardy plastic used on a day-to-day basis. The wine glasses (on loan from Elizabeth) are the real fare, too, and not the usual ones from the mess.
To one side, out of the way, is Major Lorne, also in his dress blues, standing at easy attention. And he's far enough away so that he doesn't obstruct what John has been aiming for all this time, and it's the reason why this spot - found by mere chance - was chosen:
The sun is setting on the horizon, the calm waters of Lantea reflecting the array of colours from the the golden light as it slowly deepens into an amber hue. And, as they step onto the balcony, there is a brief yet brilliant flare, a last send off of the sun's radiance before the shadows begin to slowly bleed ever so gracefully into the dying light.
And he's watching her out of the corner of his eye, hoping that this was everything she had been anticipating and more.
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Date: 2007-12-22 02:52 am (UTC)The table cloth isn't silk, since this is a military outpost and not the Ritz, but it's white; the place settings are actually real and not the usual hardy plastic used on a day-to-day basis. The wine glasses (on loan from Elizabeth) are the real fare, too, and not the usual ones from the mess.
To one side, out of the way, is Major Lorne, also in his dress blues, standing at easy attention. And he's far enough away so that he doesn't obstruct what John has been aiming for all this time, and it's the reason why this spot - found by mere chance - was chosen:
The sun is setting on the horizon, the calm waters of Lantea reflecting the array of colours from the the golden light as it slowly deepens into an amber hue. And, as they step onto the balcony, there is a brief yet brilliant flare, a last send off of the sun's radiance before the shadows begin to slowly bleed ever so gracefully into the dying light.
And he's watching her out of the corner of his eye, hoping that this was everything she had been anticipating and more.