A/N: This story idea came from some of the suggestions I received. Thanks!!
The stories are probably going to be coming a bit more slowly since school
is becoming rather bitchy.
Disclaimer: The usual, I have some characters that I created and the rest belongs to Anne Bishop. Anyone who's read all the books will know which are which.
Troubled Waters
It is a common misconception, Lucivar thought, staring across the training field distractedly, that being in love is easy. He gave himself a shake, and barked a correction at a young female warrior. He walked slowly through the pairs of fighters who were practicing knife combat. He glanced back across the field to where Malayian was drilling several more advanced warriors under the pretext of making sure she was keeping them under control. Today was the first day he had allowed her to instruct the higher level students, but she seemed to be doing well.
He smiled inwardly as she ripped a stick from the grasp of a cocky young Eyrien. The dumfounded look on his face almost made Lucivar laugh. The kid was cocky and had never taken Malayian's position of power very well. Now he stared in utter shock as Malayian demonstrated the move he had bungled.
Lucivar pulled his attention back to the students he was instructing. He had to stop thinking about Malayian so often. It was ridiculous, but just seeing her was starting to have a ravaging effect on his nerves. Ever since he had first realized that his feelings for the prickly Eyrien went beyond simple friendship he had wondered, was this what love felt like? Had Daemon felt this way about Jaenelle?
Ever since their one night together, though, Malayian had avoided him like the plague. Now three days later, Lucivar wondered if the night had ever happened. And if it had, why would she not look at him? She'd even ceased add her caustic remarks he had come to look forward to so much.
"Eyes on your opponent," Lucivar told one male, absently. "Watch his chest, that's where he'll give away what he's going to give away his next move." The boyo rushed at his opponent and managed to get in a good strike before being pushed down by an unexpected movement. "Eyes up!" Lucivar snapped. "You would have been prepared for that if you had been watching."
The young warlord looked sullen, but obeyed. Lucivar didn't bother to teach him some respect. His heart wasn't really in practice that day. He glanced across the field at Malayian again.
Malayian tried to concentrate on the move she was demonstrating, but it was difficult because he was staring at her again. Why did he have to do that? She could feel his eyes on her, and it was very unsettling. Fortunately practice was only going to last another half-hour or so, and then she could escape his piercing eyes. She corrected one warrior's stance, and glanced in Lucivar's direction, eyes flicking towards him too fast for him to notice she had looked his way, a trick she had picked up as an assassin. Seeing that he was no longer watching her, she observed him speaking sharply to a young warlord who had always given them both trouble. Relieved, Malayian was able to concentrate again.
Malayian didn't understand why he kept staring at her the way he did. Maybe he was wondering why she never really tried to talk to him anymore. Malayian had spent the past three days trying to keep from putting any pressure on him to follow up what had happened between them. Mentally she chided herself for having told him so much about herself, and then forgetting herself completely and….
It didn't matter now. Malayian was smart. She knew males well, and she knew that they went from one woman to the next with little hesitation. Why was he making it so difficult for her to just let what had happened go? She was perfectly willing to let him go on with his life with no obligation towards her, and yet he stood over there staring at her, and she couldn't help but feel all confused. Malayian laughed to herself. It was almost like she was falling in love.
Malayian walked over to her towel and wiped sweat off her face as the session ended. Well there was nothing else to do about it, Malayian was going to have to have a word with Lucivar and point out that if he wanted her to get any work done, he was going to have to stop staring at her during practice. She walked over to where he was headed to put of his shirt.
"Lucivar can I talk to you for a moment." Lucivar turned, his golden eyes focusing in on her. Malayian felt her breath catch. Why did she suddenly feel like becoming a puddle on the floor might not be such a bad idea?
"During practice, you've been staring at me." Malayian was surprised when a dark blush rose up to Lucivar's cheeks.
"Have I?"
"Yes you have."
Shit, thought Lucivar. This is going to be interesting to explain.
"Its really distracting, could you stop?"
Lucivar blinked. Was that all she had to say? It was distracting. Vaguely he wondered if she had any idea why he was staring at her.
"Lucivar?"
"Huh?"
"Staring?"
"Oh yeah. Do you really find it that distracting?"
Malayian looked confused. "Yes, it is rather distracting to have someone watching my every move. I realize you want to make sure I'm doing a good job, but couldn't you be a little more subtle about it? Golden eyes are rather unsettling when they're focused on you."
Lucivar wondered if Malayian had ever had Jaenelle's sapphire eyes on her. "Okay, I'll stop staring." He wondered if he should add something complimentary about how she looked being the reason he stared, and decided, quite strongly, against it.
Satisfied, Malayian turned away. Struck by the thought that he might not be able to talk to her again for awhile Lucivar called after her.
"Would you…maybe…uh, like to have dinner with me in my rooms." Mother of Darkness, he sounded like a schoolboy!
"Um, sure." What was he up to, Malayian wondered. Oh well, she'd have dinner with him, and if he invited her into his bed again, she would turn him down. Oddly, she felt disappointed at the idea, but it was for the best. Better not to let herself think that she was getting into a relationship or anything. She might do something stupid…like fall in love.
A/N: I think I've made Lucivar a little too love struck, but then, love does funny things to a person. Please R/R on this one because I'm not sure if my ideas came out right in the actual writing of it.
Disclaimer: The usual, I have some characters that I created and the rest belongs to Anne Bishop. Anyone who's read all the books will know which are which.
Troubled Waters
It is a common misconception, Lucivar thought, staring across the training field distractedly, that being in love is easy. He gave himself a shake, and barked a correction at a young female warrior. He walked slowly through the pairs of fighters who were practicing knife combat. He glanced back across the field to where Malayian was drilling several more advanced warriors under the pretext of making sure she was keeping them under control. Today was the first day he had allowed her to instruct the higher level students, but she seemed to be doing well.
He smiled inwardly as she ripped a stick from the grasp of a cocky young Eyrien. The dumfounded look on his face almost made Lucivar laugh. The kid was cocky and had never taken Malayian's position of power very well. Now he stared in utter shock as Malayian demonstrated the move he had bungled.
Lucivar pulled his attention back to the students he was instructing. He had to stop thinking about Malayian so often. It was ridiculous, but just seeing her was starting to have a ravaging effect on his nerves. Ever since he had first realized that his feelings for the prickly Eyrien went beyond simple friendship he had wondered, was this what love felt like? Had Daemon felt this way about Jaenelle?
Ever since their one night together, though, Malayian had avoided him like the plague. Now three days later, Lucivar wondered if the night had ever happened. And if it had, why would she not look at him? She'd even ceased add her caustic remarks he had come to look forward to so much.
"Eyes on your opponent," Lucivar told one male, absently. "Watch his chest, that's where he'll give away what he's going to give away his next move." The boyo rushed at his opponent and managed to get in a good strike before being pushed down by an unexpected movement. "Eyes up!" Lucivar snapped. "You would have been prepared for that if you had been watching."
The young warlord looked sullen, but obeyed. Lucivar didn't bother to teach him some respect. His heart wasn't really in practice that day. He glanced across the field at Malayian again.
Malayian tried to concentrate on the move she was demonstrating, but it was difficult because he was staring at her again. Why did he have to do that? She could feel his eyes on her, and it was very unsettling. Fortunately practice was only going to last another half-hour or so, and then she could escape his piercing eyes. She corrected one warrior's stance, and glanced in Lucivar's direction, eyes flicking towards him too fast for him to notice she had looked his way, a trick she had picked up as an assassin. Seeing that he was no longer watching her, she observed him speaking sharply to a young warlord who had always given them both trouble. Relieved, Malayian was able to concentrate again.
Malayian didn't understand why he kept staring at her the way he did. Maybe he was wondering why she never really tried to talk to him anymore. Malayian had spent the past three days trying to keep from putting any pressure on him to follow up what had happened between them. Mentally she chided herself for having told him so much about herself, and then forgetting herself completely and….
It didn't matter now. Malayian was smart. She knew males well, and she knew that they went from one woman to the next with little hesitation. Why was he making it so difficult for her to just let what had happened go? She was perfectly willing to let him go on with his life with no obligation towards her, and yet he stood over there staring at her, and she couldn't help but feel all confused. Malayian laughed to herself. It was almost like she was falling in love.
Malayian walked over to her towel and wiped sweat off her face as the session ended. Well there was nothing else to do about it, Malayian was going to have to have a word with Lucivar and point out that if he wanted her to get any work done, he was going to have to stop staring at her during practice. She walked over to where he was headed to put of his shirt.
"Lucivar can I talk to you for a moment." Lucivar turned, his golden eyes focusing in on her. Malayian felt her breath catch. Why did she suddenly feel like becoming a puddle on the floor might not be such a bad idea?
"During practice, you've been staring at me." Malayian was surprised when a dark blush rose up to Lucivar's cheeks.
"Have I?"
"Yes you have."
Shit, thought Lucivar. This is going to be interesting to explain.
"Its really distracting, could you stop?"
Lucivar blinked. Was that all she had to say? It was distracting. Vaguely he wondered if she had any idea why he was staring at her.
"Lucivar?"
"Huh?"
"Staring?"
"Oh yeah. Do you really find it that distracting?"
Malayian looked confused. "Yes, it is rather distracting to have someone watching my every move. I realize you want to make sure I'm doing a good job, but couldn't you be a little more subtle about it? Golden eyes are rather unsettling when they're focused on you."
Lucivar wondered if Malayian had ever had Jaenelle's sapphire eyes on her. "Okay, I'll stop staring." He wondered if he should add something complimentary about how she looked being the reason he stared, and decided, quite strongly, against it.
Satisfied, Malayian turned away. Struck by the thought that he might not be able to talk to her again for awhile Lucivar called after her.
"Would you…maybe…uh, like to have dinner with me in my rooms." Mother of Darkness, he sounded like a schoolboy!
"Um, sure." What was he up to, Malayian wondered. Oh well, she'd have dinner with him, and if he invited her into his bed again, she would turn him down. Oddly, she felt disappointed at the idea, but it was for the best. Better not to let herself think that she was getting into a relationship or anything. She might do something stupid…like fall in love.
A/N: I think I've made Lucivar a little too love struck, but then, love does funny things to a person. Please R/R on this one because I'm not sure if my ideas came out right in the actual writing of it.