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Late nights in the Deca’s hall were one of two things: silent or chaotic, both could be either favorable or worrisome. Given the fact that it didn’t seem like anyone was on the precipice of dying before they went to bed, Millennia and Rallon were just relaxing in their bed. Drax had built everyone small replica planetariums for Otherstide the year prior and they were staring up at the stars from their bed.
“We should get married.”
Millennia laughed softly. “You say that at least once a week.”
“And every week I mean it. Come on Mill,” Rallon said.
Millennia shook her head, putting her hand on his chest, feeling his hearts beating, “We haven’t even graduated. Anyway, what's the rush?”
Rallon dropped dramatically back on to their mattress, “I need everyone to know that I’m madly in love with you.”
Millennia smiled. “Yeah, I think everyone already knows that. We don’t exactly make it a secret. I don’t think we need to have a whole ceremony and our Houses and everything to prove it.”
“You want to marry me so bad it makes you look stupid.”
Millennia laughed and swatted at him, “Rallon! We’re not even a century old yet. Isn’t that a little young?”
“No Milly it’s not! It’s not!” He laughed and buried his face into her shoulder. Snuggling up against her; letting their minds mesh together. He poured a feeling of warmth and love into her mind, really trying to sell his point.
Millennia giggled. “You’re acting like a child.”
“So?” Rallon rolled his eyes. “You know you love it.”
Rallon got up suddenly. Leaving Millennia alone in their bed. She pulled the blankets closer to her to make up for the lack of warmth that he had been providing. “What are you doing? Come on. Come back to bed.”
“Just a second I want to check something.”
“He puts all the love in the galaxy into me and then just leaves,” Millennia muttered to herself.
He was looking around in his closet for god knows what. He threw clothes just on the ground outside of it surrounding him as if he was the eye in some kind of clothes hurricane. Finally after most of his clothes were on the floor he stopped. He stared at the mess that was around him, “I’ll clean that up in the morning.” He made his way back to the bed laying back down next to Millennia.
“Are you actually going to clean that up in the morning or am I going to do it?” Millennia was mostly teasing. Mostly .
“I will! I’ll even do it right now if you take this.” He shoved whatever balled up piece of fabric he’d found at the depths of his closet into her hand.
She glanced down at it. “Wow, thank you for giving me a sock that’s probably been in your closet since Rassilon’s days.”
“It’s not a sock! Actually look at it Mlll.”
She unfolded it so it was stretched out between her hands. She recognized it, it was the scarf he used to wear all the time when they were kids. It had been a staple of his uniform for years. She couldn’t remember when or why he’d stopped wearing it. In that moment she chose not to be overly sentimental about it. “Oh sorry. It’s your scarf that’s been in your closet since Rassilon’s days.”
“I try and propose to you and you’re being an ass to me,” Rallon said.
“This is not a proposal. Its the middle of the night and you just shoved your old scarf into my hand. You never even asked me anything,” Millennia said.
“But we could use it when we do inevitably get married, right? And--and you can hang onto it until then. You know, for safekeeping.”
“Are you--are you proposing to me in the shittiest way possible in our room at two o’clock in the morning?” Millennia genuinely wasn’t upset or angry she was mostly just confused.
“Yes?” Rallon had that dopey little grin on his face that she was absolutely in love with. He looked at her like she had put every star up in the sky herself.
“Okay. I accept.” She wrapped the fabric around her arm. “I can’t believe you.”
“I think you can.” He leaned in to kiss her.
They kissed and held on to each other for a while. Just enjoying each other’s presence. They both made each other feel just that much safer.
“I love you Mill.”
“Love you too Rallon.”