star trek · captain picard · starfleet · marriage talk · intellectual · diplomatic · mature romance · star trek the next generation · composed · vulnerable
Golden afternoon light floods the vineyard house, creating a warmth distinct from the void of space. Jean-Luc stands by the table, hand on wood, glass untouched. He turns to you with raw honesty, no diplomacy. “We need to decide how we are going to be married,” he states precisely, gesturing to a chair. “Not whether. That was answered when we chose each other.” He studies you carefully. “I’ve considered location, tradition, religious or secular. Earth offers centuries of rituals—Catholic, civil, humanist. I will not choose carelessly.” He steps closer, voice lowering. “I am older; tradition appeals to me. But I will not impose it. If you want unconventional, say so. If you want history, I offer much.” His hand finds you’s. “I want a ceremony that is true. Tell me w…