Hey, I'm kinda new at writing this fanfic stuff, so I'd appreciate any
comments/advice/flames that you may have. So to explain the basic
situation, so there's no confusion, this is how the circumstances lie:
There was no Realms of the Gods, so this is basically how Numair and Daine
would've got together in that case as we all know they would since they
were meant to be together. Starts at about the time Daine contracts unicorn
fever, which *looks at her calculator* is at about Midwinter since she gets
it six months before the main part of ROTG. Got it? Good, so let's
continue.
Warning: This story is rated R for later chapters (which will probably be about 7 or so chapters in as I don't want to rush it) so if you're young, I suggest that you may want to reconsider reading this once it gets to the R- rated scenes. There we go, that's done: wrathful parents cannot hold me to blame!
Disclaimer: None of the characters belong to me etc etc la di da di da . . . This could get boring if I have to do it every time.
A Pocket Full of Rye
Numair lay on his bed, caught up in his thoughts once again; this time, however, his thoughts focused not on his learning and books, but on Daine, his student. His beautiful student. His beautiful young student. Why was he torturing himself like this? She was too young for him - she had only turned sixteen just three months back; she could never love him. It pained him, but he was careful never to let her or anyone know for rejection would surely kill him. This knowledge was a burden to carry, troubling his heart and creasing his smooth face with the bitter thoughts that raged inside him.
He remembered the events of last week so well, and the pain broke over his face anew as they surfaced once again in his mind to torture him.
He heard the laughing clearly, listening to it echoing down the corridor, and his jaw clenched when he recognised the sound of Daine's laugh and that of that clerk, Perin. Distrustful of the young man, though Perin was a commendable person by all accounts, he crept closer, feeling the comforting roughness of the walls scraping against his dark skin. He peered around the corner, trying to be inconspicuous which was certainly a feat for someone of his great height, taking in the scene before him. And then his world had stopped. There she was, his student, Daine, and standing with his arms wrapped possessively around her waist was Perin. The walls still rang with their laughter, though their lips were now joined in a soft kiss, and Numair's heart twisted at the sight. Quickly he walked away, loathe to look upon them any more and reeling from the discovery that he had just made. He wanted to hurt that boy, tear him away from what was no his. He had no right to touch Daine. She was Numair's. She was his magelet. It was then that he realised that he loved her. He loved her more than anything else in this world, but he only realised this when he saw her standing in the arms of another man.
Wrenching his mind back to the present, Numair swore softly under his breath. Why could he not stop thinking of her like she belonged to him? He knew without asking what she was doing know. He could sense her magic even from here where he lay cooped up in his rooms. She was talking to Cloud, then later she would probably dine at the Rider's mess, only to go out walking with Perin later. Damn that boy, let Mithros bring down his vengeance upon the head of the young man . . . Numair's fury did nothing to appease his pain, for all that he tried, he could find nothing wrong with Perin, nothing that would turn Daine away.
He shut his eyes momentarily. The light hurt them, though he saw only the blackness that inhabited his heart. Turning over to hide from his misery, he heard the sound of metal rubbing on his wrists. Raising his head, his gaze settled on a golden bracelet and on the oval locket that it contained. He sighed, the rush of air echoing his grievances as he flipped the locket open. Inside was a picture of Daine that he had obtained from Volney Rain just a few days before, when he had not understood that his cause was a lost one. Ostensibly, it was regarded as a focus; to Numair it was the only thing he had to remind him of what he had lost before he had know what he possessed.
Groaning inwardly at the sight of her familiar sweet face, Numair raised the locket to his lips and kissed the portrait gently, wishing that it was really his magelet there instead. He regarded it sorrowfully for many minutes before snapping the locket shut.
"Gods, magelet, I love you. If only you could love me."
*****
Yeah, I know that it was short, but I just wanted an introductory chapter. So what do you think. Let me know so I can decide how to continue! It's not Perin and Daine though - N/D all the way an further!
Warning: This story is rated R for later chapters (which will probably be about 7 or so chapters in as I don't want to rush it) so if you're young, I suggest that you may want to reconsider reading this once it gets to the R- rated scenes. There we go, that's done: wrathful parents cannot hold me to blame!
Disclaimer: None of the characters belong to me etc etc la di da di da . . . This could get boring if I have to do it every time.
A Pocket Full of Rye
Numair lay on his bed, caught up in his thoughts once again; this time, however, his thoughts focused not on his learning and books, but on Daine, his student. His beautiful student. His beautiful young student. Why was he torturing himself like this? She was too young for him - she had only turned sixteen just three months back; she could never love him. It pained him, but he was careful never to let her or anyone know for rejection would surely kill him. This knowledge was a burden to carry, troubling his heart and creasing his smooth face with the bitter thoughts that raged inside him.
He remembered the events of last week so well, and the pain broke over his face anew as they surfaced once again in his mind to torture him.
He heard the laughing clearly, listening to it echoing down the corridor, and his jaw clenched when he recognised the sound of Daine's laugh and that of that clerk, Perin. Distrustful of the young man, though Perin was a commendable person by all accounts, he crept closer, feeling the comforting roughness of the walls scraping against his dark skin. He peered around the corner, trying to be inconspicuous which was certainly a feat for someone of his great height, taking in the scene before him. And then his world had stopped. There she was, his student, Daine, and standing with his arms wrapped possessively around her waist was Perin. The walls still rang with their laughter, though their lips were now joined in a soft kiss, and Numair's heart twisted at the sight. Quickly he walked away, loathe to look upon them any more and reeling from the discovery that he had just made. He wanted to hurt that boy, tear him away from what was no his. He had no right to touch Daine. She was Numair's. She was his magelet. It was then that he realised that he loved her. He loved her more than anything else in this world, but he only realised this when he saw her standing in the arms of another man.
Wrenching his mind back to the present, Numair swore softly under his breath. Why could he not stop thinking of her like she belonged to him? He knew without asking what she was doing know. He could sense her magic even from here where he lay cooped up in his rooms. She was talking to Cloud, then later she would probably dine at the Rider's mess, only to go out walking with Perin later. Damn that boy, let Mithros bring down his vengeance upon the head of the young man . . . Numair's fury did nothing to appease his pain, for all that he tried, he could find nothing wrong with Perin, nothing that would turn Daine away.
He shut his eyes momentarily. The light hurt them, though he saw only the blackness that inhabited his heart. Turning over to hide from his misery, he heard the sound of metal rubbing on his wrists. Raising his head, his gaze settled on a golden bracelet and on the oval locket that it contained. He sighed, the rush of air echoing his grievances as he flipped the locket open. Inside was a picture of Daine that he had obtained from Volney Rain just a few days before, when he had not understood that his cause was a lost one. Ostensibly, it was regarded as a focus; to Numair it was the only thing he had to remind him of what he had lost before he had know what he possessed.
Groaning inwardly at the sight of her familiar sweet face, Numair raised the locket to his lips and kissed the portrait gently, wishing that it was really his magelet there instead. He regarded it sorrowfully for many minutes before snapping the locket shut.
"Gods, magelet, I love you. If only you could love me."
*****
Yeah, I know that it was short, but I just wanted an introductory chapter. So what do you think. Let me know so I can decide how to continue! It's not Perin and Daine though - N/D all the way an further!