(A/N) Hey!! I'm on Holiday Vacation (I am politically correct), when I
finally decided to write a real fic. So here it is. The first chap is
really pointless, but it is a starter to the story. So here goes nothing..
(
The sun broke over the hills, breaking the deep blue sky into an array of brightness. With it, the sun brought a slight breeze. It moved the hair away from the face of the world-renowned black-mage, Numair Salmalin.
The sun lit up his face making him eyes and hair appear darker than coal. Although he had a dark appearance there was something about it that did not en still fear in anyone. There was a calmness and placidness about him that made him seem so harmless that the stories about his temper had to be false.
He stared at the horizon wondering how long it would take him to catch it. He gripped the railing of the balcony that he was standing. He felt a chill come over him being dressed only in black breeches.
Thoughts chased each other inside of his mind. The ending of the war had brought closure to the losses that they had suffered. Slowly the healing would take place, but they would never fully recover.
Numair wondered how Daine was faring. He had only been reunited with her the night before, but Alanna warned him that it would be best if Daine got a full night's sleep if she was going to make a full recovery. Reluctantly Numair consented to postponing Daine's knowledge of his return, only the thought of making sure Daine would be all right compelling to refrain from her presence.
But that didn't stop him from falling asleep in a chair next to her bed. Habit woke him at dawn for that was when the Queen's Riders would rise. He was their mage, for they were the front lines on the war.
He had walked out to greet the sunrise and get some fresh air, hoping that Daine would wake up soon. He turned around hoping that when he did so, Daine would magically wake up of her own accord. She didn't wake but lay there sleeping. The sheer curtains around the entrance to her room blew and lifted off the ground in the gentle morning breeze.
Numair studied his love more closely. The rhythm of her breathing entranced Numair. Her back rising and falling, always as a steady and predictable pace, seemed to comfort him in a weird way. Her face seemed so peaceful with her worried eyes shut, sad mouth still, and furrowed eyebrows normal. Alanna had told him of how worried she had been, waiting earnestly for Numair to return to her.
Her curls framed her face and reminded Numair of a fairy he had once seen. She seemed to have the grace of both a woman and a child. She was still so innocent to Numair, yet she had faced to trials of only a woman and handled them with the strength of a man.
Wishing silently that Daine would wake up, he waited. Numair waited for another hour until the sun had already crested the mountains. Suddenly he heard a slight stirring from the room next door. Daine turned over in her sleep.
Numair's hopes had been raised only to be crushed. He heard the noise again. Daine was turning in her sleep again.
"Numair?" said a soft voice from within. That voice made Numair grin from ear to ear and feel giddy inside. It put him on a natural high.
He turned around still smiling widely.
"Oh Numair it is you!" Daine squealed. Numair rushed inside to hold his Daine.
He reached her bed and scooped her into his arms and held her tight. Mmmm Magelet. I am so glad to be able to hold you in my arms again, Numair thought.
Daine turned her head to look up into his eyes. The happiness and love that radiated from those cool, blue-gray eyes made Numair melt inside. He kissed her on the nose. They sat in silence quite content just to be in each other's embrace.
"I missed you bunches," said Daine after a while.
"I missed you bunches more," replied Numair.
Numair climbed under the white sheets and Daine positioned herself so that she could lean against his bare chest. She stared off around her room and the furniture that was positioned in it.
"Was it bad where you were? Was there a lot of fighting?" Numair asked concerned.
"Not too much. I got my fair share in with the People and my bow and arrow," Daine informed him.
"That's good that you got your part in."
"Oh!" Daine said. "Jon said that he wanted to us when you returned."
"He's already up with that habit of his. I swear he never sleeps at all. And then he orders me to get rest," Numair complained.
"We all know hurts your ego to be put in your place and reminded that you are not limitless, but Jon is the king and can do and say as he pleases. Don't throw a fit," Daine teased.
"And will you punish me for being a naughty boy?" Numair whispered in her ear.
"Maybe." Daine replied raising one eyebrow. Numair pretended to look hurt for her not going along with the joke.
Daine giggled and said, "Come on silly. Jon is waiting."
(A/N) Like I said before, not much of a plot as of right now. As some of you might know, I got the title for this fic from Saves the Day. It has nothing to do with the song. I was just listening to Saves the Day when I had to come up with a title, so I just decided on Anywhere With You. R and R!!
The sun broke over the hills, breaking the deep blue sky into an array of brightness. With it, the sun brought a slight breeze. It moved the hair away from the face of the world-renowned black-mage, Numair Salmalin.
The sun lit up his face making him eyes and hair appear darker than coal. Although he had a dark appearance there was something about it that did not en still fear in anyone. There was a calmness and placidness about him that made him seem so harmless that the stories about his temper had to be false.
He stared at the horizon wondering how long it would take him to catch it. He gripped the railing of the balcony that he was standing. He felt a chill come over him being dressed only in black breeches.
Thoughts chased each other inside of his mind. The ending of the war had brought closure to the losses that they had suffered. Slowly the healing would take place, but they would never fully recover.
Numair wondered how Daine was faring. He had only been reunited with her the night before, but Alanna warned him that it would be best if Daine got a full night's sleep if she was going to make a full recovery. Reluctantly Numair consented to postponing Daine's knowledge of his return, only the thought of making sure Daine would be all right compelling to refrain from her presence.
But that didn't stop him from falling asleep in a chair next to her bed. Habit woke him at dawn for that was when the Queen's Riders would rise. He was their mage, for they were the front lines on the war.
He had walked out to greet the sunrise and get some fresh air, hoping that Daine would wake up soon. He turned around hoping that when he did so, Daine would magically wake up of her own accord. She didn't wake but lay there sleeping. The sheer curtains around the entrance to her room blew and lifted off the ground in the gentle morning breeze.
Numair studied his love more closely. The rhythm of her breathing entranced Numair. Her back rising and falling, always as a steady and predictable pace, seemed to comfort him in a weird way. Her face seemed so peaceful with her worried eyes shut, sad mouth still, and furrowed eyebrows normal. Alanna had told him of how worried she had been, waiting earnestly for Numair to return to her.
Her curls framed her face and reminded Numair of a fairy he had once seen. She seemed to have the grace of both a woman and a child. She was still so innocent to Numair, yet she had faced to trials of only a woman and handled them with the strength of a man.
Wishing silently that Daine would wake up, he waited. Numair waited for another hour until the sun had already crested the mountains. Suddenly he heard a slight stirring from the room next door. Daine turned over in her sleep.
Numair's hopes had been raised only to be crushed. He heard the noise again. Daine was turning in her sleep again.
"Numair?" said a soft voice from within. That voice made Numair grin from ear to ear and feel giddy inside. It put him on a natural high.
He turned around still smiling widely.
"Oh Numair it is you!" Daine squealed. Numair rushed inside to hold his Daine.
He reached her bed and scooped her into his arms and held her tight. Mmmm Magelet. I am so glad to be able to hold you in my arms again, Numair thought.
Daine turned her head to look up into his eyes. The happiness and love that radiated from those cool, blue-gray eyes made Numair melt inside. He kissed her on the nose. They sat in silence quite content just to be in each other's embrace.
"I missed you bunches," said Daine after a while.
"I missed you bunches more," replied Numair.
Numair climbed under the white sheets and Daine positioned herself so that she could lean against his bare chest. She stared off around her room and the furniture that was positioned in it.
"Was it bad where you were? Was there a lot of fighting?" Numair asked concerned.
"Not too much. I got my fair share in with the People and my bow and arrow," Daine informed him.
"That's good that you got your part in."
"Oh!" Daine said. "Jon said that he wanted to us when you returned."
"He's already up with that habit of his. I swear he never sleeps at all. And then he orders me to get rest," Numair complained.
"We all know hurts your ego to be put in your place and reminded that you are not limitless, but Jon is the king and can do and say as he pleases. Don't throw a fit," Daine teased.
"And will you punish me for being a naughty boy?" Numair whispered in her ear.
"Maybe." Daine replied raising one eyebrow. Numair pretended to look hurt for her not going along with the joke.
Daine giggled and said, "Come on silly. Jon is waiting."
(A/N) Like I said before, not much of a plot as of right now. As some of you might know, I got the title for this fic from Saves the Day. It has nothing to do with the song. I was just listening to Saves the Day when I had to come up with a title, so I just decided on Anywhere With You. R and R!!