True Love Knows No Boundaries
*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^wow, this is interesting! I just finished this last Immortal book about five hours ago, and have been absolutely itching to write a fic. Here it is, I hope you all like it. Please review, I'll love you forever!!!! This story is a little after the fourth book. Daine and Numair haven't moved in together yet, and Numair is having second (third, fourth? How about fifth?) thoughts about being romantically involved with Daine. A little angsty, but, to quote Robert Burns, "A' wi' be well, aye, a' wi' be well, a' wi' be well and a manner a' things wi' be well!" Yeah, see if you can figure out what that says. :P Don't forget to review! Hey, look, wait..more author notes! Yeah, I posted this yesterday and then was notified of some mistakes I had to adjust! Yes, Numair is not twenty four years older than Daine, he is, close as I can figure, about sixteen years older ^^; sorry about that, I'm failing math for a reason! Anyway, this was supposed to be a stand alone fic, but people seem to want more (you like me! You really like me! -cries- ) so, what do you guys think should happen next? Tell me! Please read, and continue to review! It makes me so happy!*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^
I should absolutely not be thinking about Daine the way I have been. It's pathetic, disgustingly pathetic. When did the girl, the sweet little girl I loved like a sister suddenly turn into a woman? A beautiful lovely woman, nonetheless? I sigh and rub at my eyes. Daine is asleep on my shoulder, arm thrown over my stomach. In sleep, she looks so peaceful, so young. So very, very young. I gently smooth an errant curl from her cheek, tucking it securely behind her ear. She's so innocent. Unjaded, untouched, completely vulnerable. The last trait brings a smile to my face; Daine, with her unseen armory of animal strength, not to mention her deadly accuracy with a bow, is anything but vulnerable.
She moves closer to me, her leg curving over and in-between mine. She sighs and nestles her head under my chin. She is cold, I spread the blanket over us.
We have not, ahem, excuse me.bound our love physically. We just like sleeping in the same bed, that's all. Sometimes I feel like I need her to breathe..her intelligence, her care, her eyes ears hair nose.her lips.
I press my forefinger gently against those very lips now, feeling their softness under my callused finger. So soft.Daine is all softness.
I curse myself. I shouldn't be doing this to her. I'm so, so much older. When she's thirty, still young and vital, I'll be forty-six. That's over the hill, and heading down the path. And when she's fifty, and oh, by Mithros she'll still be beautiful, I'll be sixty-four, and nearly a doddering old fool.
I can't do that to her.I love her so much. I don't want her stuck with me, as a decrepit breathing husk. I realize now, seeing clearly in my misery. I've betrayed her, by loving her. I should've kept my silence, but, alas.I did not. I betrayed our very platonic relationship.our student teacher roles.she was like a friend, a sister, and I betrayed her. Oh, Goddess.
Gently, oh so very gently so as not to wake the sleeping beauty, I slide out from under her. As soon as I am gone, she curls into a tight little ball, trying to retain the body warmth I just took. I spread another blanket over her, and kiss her head of smoky brown curls.
"I'll be back soon, magelet"
I throw my cloak around my shoulders and leave the room, my thoughts dark, and heart darker.
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Magelet. At first, the name annoyed me. I had barely known Numair when he had first given me the nickname, and I took it as a sign of disrespect. Later, I came to love it. It signified our closeness. We had a private joke; we were friends. After that, it confused me. Sometimes he said it with such tenderness, it broke my heart. But more often, it just showed me that to Numair, I would never be more than a student, a friend, a magelet.
I think I loved Numair for a long time. I would not admit it to myself, I s'pose, because I thought there was no chance at all of him loving me as anything more than a student, a friend, a magelet. But I think I've always loved him, in my own fashion.
He worries, I know. He's so afraid that one day I'll wake up and stop loving him, and see him as an old man. But I worry of the same thing. I am so young, and sometimes he still treats my as if I were a child. I hate it when he does that. What if, one day, when he is old and I am still not very, he sees how young and stupid I sometimes am? Won't he hate me? Will he think he's made a mistake? He's been gone for ten minutes now. I'm cold. He insists on having the door shut while we are together, to avoid gossip, but it robs my of the companions that usually keep me warm in bed. I sit up, and fold the blanket around me like a shawl. If he insists the door stays shut, I can insist he stay with me. I need warmth, after all.
I pad gently outside, looking outside first to see if people are about. No one. I shut the door quickly and look around. Where is Numair?
I walk down the hall, on the look out for my tall friend. I find him around the corner, standing on a balcony. Tears are forming in his dark eyes, but refusing to fall. I lay a hand on his shoulder timidly, suddenly unsure of whether or not I should disturb him.
He turns rapidly, and grabs me up in a bone crunching hug. It's as if he's trying to mold me into him, a prospect, while not entirely unpleasing, seems to involve a lot a pain. He loosens his grip a fraction, but that width allows me to breathe. I can feel wetness on my scalp and I know he is crying.
I move back a little ways and kiss him softly. He for a moment, but then pushes back. "No," he whispers. "Daine, I can't.I love you, but I can't." He runs a sleeve over his eyes. I am confused. "If you love me, Numair, what's wrong?" He gapes at me. "Can't you see? It's so wrong.Do you realize I am most likely going to die before you're hardly old? Did you think about that, Daine? It's best to end it now, before it goes too far." Tears slip out of my eyes, but anger flickers inside. Of all the stupid things.
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"Numair, how many times do I have to tell you that it does not matter to me? Let me say it again.It does not matter to me how old you are. She grabs his elbows, turning him to face her.
"I" here she stops and kisses him soundly. "Love" She leans forward and kisses him again. "You" This time he meets her halfway, and her knees run weak, and she leans against him. They both would've fallen, save for the barrier Numair leans his lanky form against.
"Are you sure?" he whispers, breathless, into her hair. She doesn't answer. Numair moved a little away from her, still holding her securely in his grip. "Daine?"
She looks up into his eyes, stormy blue clashing with impossibly dark. "Numair, I love you. I love you I love I love you! Goddess, isn't it usually the man who needs to be saying that all the time?" This brings a laugh from her friend. "I love you, Daine." he says, straight into her face and then kisses her passionately. She loves him, oh, she loves him.
"Let's go back to bed," she says, when they have paused for breath. He looks her up and down, appreciatively. "I've got something other than sleep in mind," he whispers seductively. Daine blushes and swats at him. "You may think so, but I'm tired, Master Mage. My rest was disturbed." He laughs again and gallantly offers his arm. "Allow me the pleasure of escorting you to your resting chamber, my lady." It's Daine's turn to laugh, and she does, heartily. She lopes her arm around his waist, and he settles his around hers. Nestling her head into his shoulder, they make their way back to Numair's rooms.
"You know," he remarks as they enter. "It must be irritating, always having to go back to your room to gather your things. Why don't you just keep them here?"
*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^wow, this is interesting! I just finished this last Immortal book about five hours ago, and have been absolutely itching to write a fic. Here it is, I hope you all like it. Please review, I'll love you forever!!!! This story is a little after the fourth book. Daine and Numair haven't moved in together yet, and Numair is having second (third, fourth? How about fifth?) thoughts about being romantically involved with Daine. A little angsty, but, to quote Robert Burns, "A' wi' be well, aye, a' wi' be well, a' wi' be well and a manner a' things wi' be well!" Yeah, see if you can figure out what that says. :P Don't forget to review! Hey, look, wait..more author notes! Yeah, I posted this yesterday and then was notified of some mistakes I had to adjust! Yes, Numair is not twenty four years older than Daine, he is, close as I can figure, about sixteen years older ^^; sorry about that, I'm failing math for a reason! Anyway, this was supposed to be a stand alone fic, but people seem to want more (you like me! You really like me! -cries- ) so, what do you guys think should happen next? Tell me! Please read, and continue to review! It makes me so happy!*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^
I should absolutely not be thinking about Daine the way I have been. It's pathetic, disgustingly pathetic. When did the girl, the sweet little girl I loved like a sister suddenly turn into a woman? A beautiful lovely woman, nonetheless? I sigh and rub at my eyes. Daine is asleep on my shoulder, arm thrown over my stomach. In sleep, she looks so peaceful, so young. So very, very young. I gently smooth an errant curl from her cheek, tucking it securely behind her ear. She's so innocent. Unjaded, untouched, completely vulnerable. The last trait brings a smile to my face; Daine, with her unseen armory of animal strength, not to mention her deadly accuracy with a bow, is anything but vulnerable.
She moves closer to me, her leg curving over and in-between mine. She sighs and nestles her head under my chin. She is cold, I spread the blanket over us.
We have not, ahem, excuse me.bound our love physically. We just like sleeping in the same bed, that's all. Sometimes I feel like I need her to breathe..her intelligence, her care, her eyes ears hair nose.her lips.
I press my forefinger gently against those very lips now, feeling their softness under my callused finger. So soft.Daine is all softness.
I curse myself. I shouldn't be doing this to her. I'm so, so much older. When she's thirty, still young and vital, I'll be forty-six. That's over the hill, and heading down the path. And when she's fifty, and oh, by Mithros she'll still be beautiful, I'll be sixty-four, and nearly a doddering old fool.
I can't do that to her.I love her so much. I don't want her stuck with me, as a decrepit breathing husk. I realize now, seeing clearly in my misery. I've betrayed her, by loving her. I should've kept my silence, but, alas.I did not. I betrayed our very platonic relationship.our student teacher roles.she was like a friend, a sister, and I betrayed her. Oh, Goddess.
Gently, oh so very gently so as not to wake the sleeping beauty, I slide out from under her. As soon as I am gone, she curls into a tight little ball, trying to retain the body warmth I just took. I spread another blanket over her, and kiss her head of smoky brown curls.
"I'll be back soon, magelet"
I throw my cloak around my shoulders and leave the room, my thoughts dark, and heart darker.
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Magelet. At first, the name annoyed me. I had barely known Numair when he had first given me the nickname, and I took it as a sign of disrespect. Later, I came to love it. It signified our closeness. We had a private joke; we were friends. After that, it confused me. Sometimes he said it with such tenderness, it broke my heart. But more often, it just showed me that to Numair, I would never be more than a student, a friend, a magelet.
I think I loved Numair for a long time. I would not admit it to myself, I s'pose, because I thought there was no chance at all of him loving me as anything more than a student, a friend, a magelet. But I think I've always loved him, in my own fashion.
He worries, I know. He's so afraid that one day I'll wake up and stop loving him, and see him as an old man. But I worry of the same thing. I am so young, and sometimes he still treats my as if I were a child. I hate it when he does that. What if, one day, when he is old and I am still not very, he sees how young and stupid I sometimes am? Won't he hate me? Will he think he's made a mistake? He's been gone for ten minutes now. I'm cold. He insists on having the door shut while we are together, to avoid gossip, but it robs my of the companions that usually keep me warm in bed. I sit up, and fold the blanket around me like a shawl. If he insists the door stays shut, I can insist he stay with me. I need warmth, after all.
I pad gently outside, looking outside first to see if people are about. No one. I shut the door quickly and look around. Where is Numair?
I walk down the hall, on the look out for my tall friend. I find him around the corner, standing on a balcony. Tears are forming in his dark eyes, but refusing to fall. I lay a hand on his shoulder timidly, suddenly unsure of whether or not I should disturb him.
He turns rapidly, and grabs me up in a bone crunching hug. It's as if he's trying to mold me into him, a prospect, while not entirely unpleasing, seems to involve a lot a pain. He loosens his grip a fraction, but that width allows me to breathe. I can feel wetness on my scalp and I know he is crying.
I move back a little ways and kiss him softly. He for a moment, but then pushes back. "No," he whispers. "Daine, I can't.I love you, but I can't." He runs a sleeve over his eyes. I am confused. "If you love me, Numair, what's wrong?" He gapes at me. "Can't you see? It's so wrong.Do you realize I am most likely going to die before you're hardly old? Did you think about that, Daine? It's best to end it now, before it goes too far." Tears slip out of my eyes, but anger flickers inside. Of all the stupid things.
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"Numair, how many times do I have to tell you that it does not matter to me? Let me say it again.It does not matter to me how old you are. She grabs his elbows, turning him to face her.
"I" here she stops and kisses him soundly. "Love" She leans forward and kisses him again. "You" This time he meets her halfway, and her knees run weak, and she leans against him. They both would've fallen, save for the barrier Numair leans his lanky form against.
"Are you sure?" he whispers, breathless, into her hair. She doesn't answer. Numair moved a little away from her, still holding her securely in his grip. "Daine?"
She looks up into his eyes, stormy blue clashing with impossibly dark. "Numair, I love you. I love you I love I love you! Goddess, isn't it usually the man who needs to be saying that all the time?" This brings a laugh from her friend. "I love you, Daine." he says, straight into her face and then kisses her passionately. She loves him, oh, she loves him.
"Let's go back to bed," she says, when they have paused for breath. He looks her up and down, appreciatively. "I've got something other than sleep in mind," he whispers seductively. Daine blushes and swats at him. "You may think so, but I'm tired, Master Mage. My rest was disturbed." He laughs again and gallantly offers his arm. "Allow me the pleasure of escorting you to your resting chamber, my lady." It's Daine's turn to laugh, and she does, heartily. She lopes her arm around his waist, and he settles his around hers. Nestling her head into his shoulder, they make their way back to Numair's rooms.
"You know," he remarks as they enter. "It must be irritating, always having to go back to your room to gather your things. Why don't you just keep them here?"