Asked (Daine/Numair)
"But Numair," Daine pleaded as he strode forcefully down the hallway, fairy seething with rage and his black magical aura visible for anyone to see. "It wasn't his fault! No one knows we're dating!"
"He shouldn't have anyway!"
"Numair, calm down. I mean, it was harmless, and what could I have done?"
"Refused! Run! There were a number of options!"
Daine, who was fairly skipping beside him stick her foot out and tripped him. He tumbled forward, putting a hand on her shoulder and managing to bring her down as well.
"What did you do that Magelet?" He asked and he tried to stand back up but Daine was having none of it.
"Sit and stay sat!" She ordered.
Numair, smiling thinly at the words that her mother had used on him in the Divine Realms done as she ordered.
Daine got up and was slightly pained to see that he wasn't that much shorter then her sitting down then she was standing up. She pressed on anyway.
"You can't go blowing up at people or just blowing up people like you did those Spindren in the Divine Realms. Please try and be civilized. Just because I was asked to the Midwinter Ball-"
"By Perin!" Numair interrupted.
"Does not give you the right to go and kill him. I couldn't exactly say I was going with someone else because you haven't asked me yet! I had no good reason to turn him down!"
"A four letter word beginning in 'L' and rhyming with 'dove'?"
"You never asked!"
"I didn't think I needed to!"
"Just 'cause we're in love, doesn't give you the right to assume that I would automatically go with you! We're courting, Numair. So act like it! God's above, Numair. It's like you aren't trying! You want me to marry you, but you don't want to go through with the fun part!"
Numair, for perhaps the first time in a long time – if not his life, he was shocked into silence.
"I- I'm… I'm sorry, Daine. I really am. I should have realized."
"Yes! You should have! Now, I'm going to go pick out a dress and go and plan for the Midwinter Ball." She told him and strode off angrily.
Numair called out to her. "Daine! Wait!"
"What?" She snapped, spinning on her heel to look at him.
"If you're not busy, would you give me the privilege, no, the honor, of escorting you to the Midwinter Ball?" He asked shyly.
He took it as a yes when she flung her arms around him and kissed him passionately.
