A/N: A little bit of an old hobby snuck into this one. (Note title.)
Although it works out better for these meddlers than it ever did for me. I
hope you enjoy this one, and keep reviewing!! The more feedback I get the
more I want to write, and thus the faster I turn out stories. ( Oh and I
just got Anne Bishops new book, Pillars of the World, yaaaaaaaaay. Now if I
just had enough time to read it….
Disclaimer: Not mine, simply a pitiful attempt to elaborate on Anne Bishop's world and characters.
Meddling
Malayian had never thought that anything could be so awkward before in her life, but the silence that had stretched between her and Lucivar had long since past awkwardness and was on to a whole new world of the uncomfortable. Malayian was going to have a nice time trying to remove the stiffness from her neck later, but for some reason she couldn't seem to relax, and besides a few stiff questions and answers tossed back and forth between the two over the dinner, there was nothing to break the silence except for the clink of silverware of plate. For the thousandth time Malayian asked herself why she was doing this.
Lucivar sat across from her, also staring at his plate, although neither of them had eaten much. Malayian searched in vain for a topic that would break the tension between them, that or a reason to leave, but nothing presented itself. Mother Night, this was painful. She restrained a growl as she decided that enough was enough. Throwing her napkin down she stood up.
"Why are you doing this," she demanded.
Lucivar looked up in surprise. "Doing what?"
"This," Malayian gestured around herself angrily. "You don't owe me anything!"
Lucivar looked confused. "I don't understand. You think that I think that I should owe you something…?"
"I don't understand why you can't just let it go! We slept together, its over. You don't have to pretend like it meant something to you," Malayian went on, as though not hearing him.
"Wait a moment! I'm not pretend…." Lucivar cut off when Malayian glared at him.
"Oh? So then I guess you love me?" Sarcasm dripped from her voice.
"No, but…."
"Then why are you arguing? It didn't matter, it doesn't have to matter! You don't owe me dinner, and you don't have to act like it meant something. I know males."
Rather annoyed by this barrage of accusations, Lucivar felt hot anger building up.
"Look," he yelled back. "Just because the other males you've run into in your life have been gutter-son's of bitches doesn't mean I'm the same. I don't take sex lightly. I *thought* we were friends before this and I was trying to follow up on out friendship."
"*Before* we never ate dinner together in private, and it was *never* this awkward between us. Don't pretend like nothing has changed. Just let it go!" Malayian growled in frustration. "Enough of this. I'm leaving. I have better things to do than fight over your intentions. Males." The last was muttered under her breath as she turned and left the room, leaving the door wide open behind her.
"Wait!" Lucivar was too late. Malayian had stormed out of his rooms, and Lucivar had no idea why. He sighed and sat back down, wondering if this was what everyone went through when they had feelings for someone. He leaned on the table, debating whether or not to follow her. Lucivar sighed, sitting down at the now empty table. All he wanted to was to spend time with her, the way it had been before. Why did females have to be so perplexing?
Lucivar was too deep in thought to notice the young witch to walked by his door, and, following her nosy nature, took a quick peek through the still open door. What she saw was a table set for two, but only one, rather upset looking, Eyrien sitting at the table. Coupling that with her own knowledge of two faces who had been missing from the dinning table that evening, the witch decided that it was time to throw a stone into the stream of fate. (a/n: gag, I know, horrible metaphor, but its all I could think of.)
"So what exactly are you planning for us to do?" Jaenelle asked Karla raising a suspicious eyebrow raised.
"I think that Malayian and Lucivar need a little push to realize that they both love each other, and what better way to realize that than to put them into a place where they are forced to talk things over!"
"Ah, well so long as its simple. You realize that neither hide nor hair has been seen of either our two lovebirds since dinner yesterday. Perhaps they have already made up." Jaenelle added a few herbs to the potion she was working on. "Stir that, will you?" she asked Karla as she moved across the room to fetch another ingredient. Karla jumped off of the stool she had been sitting on and swirled the mixture around.
"No they haven't. Malayian has been in her own room all morning, and she is always out on the practice field in the morning, even when there is no practice. And Lucivar has been seen, beating the life out of a practice dummy, a little while ago. They're both torn up over whatever happened last night, and they just need to talk it out."
"What are you going to do, lock them in a room together?" Immediately Jaenelle wished she hadn't asked, as Karla looked at her with a face that was far too innocent to be innocent.
"They just need to talk it out, without the chance for one of them to storm out in anger or embarrassment or anything. We'd come and rescue them eventually…although by the time we let them out they may not want to leave." Karla's eyes gleamed almost demonically.
"We don't even know what they're fighting about, Karla! It could be something important that we shouldn't interfere in. Some things take more than being locking in a room together to be worked out." Jaenelle took to stirring the potion herself, slowly pouring in a milky-white liquid.
Karla sat back down on her stool, waving an arm dismissively. "It's a lover's spat, Jaenelle. Malayian's proud and so is Lucivar, not to mention the fact that neither of them are very good at this whole romance thing."
"Oh and you are?" Jaenelle gave Karla a skeptical look.
"Kiss kiss. I can see what's right in front of them. So will you help me?"
Jaenelle sighed. "I don't see that there is any way to stop you, so I might as well keep this plan from getting out of hand."
Karla grinned. "Smart witch," she said.
Lucivar stepped into the empty room, wondering why Jaenelle was not there. The note left in his room had been vague, and it was odd for Jaenelle to use this room for anything, it was so secluded from the rest of the building. He wondered if maybe she had found some information on Daemon, but immediately dismissed the hopeful idea. She wouldn't leave Saetan out of anything that important.
"Oh."
The voice in the door made Lucivar turn. Malayian stood hesitantly at the threshold of the room. She took a step forward, holding up a slip of paper.
"Jaenelle asked…." She was cut off as the door slammed behind her. She blinked, and then turned to open the door again, and found it locked. She growled to herself, and kicked at it, but the door didn't budge. Lucivar walked over and gave it a hard shove, but still the door refused to open.
"Well Jaenelle should be along in a moment and she'll open it," Malayian said with a sigh, and settled down in a chair.
Lucivar was not so convinced, but he didn't say anything, just found a chair across from her, and leaned back casually.
"Lock them in a room together, ingenious Karla."
"You'll thank me when it works."
"We'll see."
"Kiss kiss."
A/N: Was going to have more in this chapter but I hit writer's block. I'm rather interested to see where all this goes myself.
Disclaimer: Not mine, simply a pitiful attempt to elaborate on Anne Bishop's world and characters.
Meddling
Malayian had never thought that anything could be so awkward before in her life, but the silence that had stretched between her and Lucivar had long since past awkwardness and was on to a whole new world of the uncomfortable. Malayian was going to have a nice time trying to remove the stiffness from her neck later, but for some reason she couldn't seem to relax, and besides a few stiff questions and answers tossed back and forth between the two over the dinner, there was nothing to break the silence except for the clink of silverware of plate. For the thousandth time Malayian asked herself why she was doing this.
Lucivar sat across from her, also staring at his plate, although neither of them had eaten much. Malayian searched in vain for a topic that would break the tension between them, that or a reason to leave, but nothing presented itself. Mother Night, this was painful. She restrained a growl as she decided that enough was enough. Throwing her napkin down she stood up.
"Why are you doing this," she demanded.
Lucivar looked up in surprise. "Doing what?"
"This," Malayian gestured around herself angrily. "You don't owe me anything!"
Lucivar looked confused. "I don't understand. You think that I think that I should owe you something…?"
"I don't understand why you can't just let it go! We slept together, its over. You don't have to pretend like it meant something to you," Malayian went on, as though not hearing him.
"Wait a moment! I'm not pretend…." Lucivar cut off when Malayian glared at him.
"Oh? So then I guess you love me?" Sarcasm dripped from her voice.
"No, but…."
"Then why are you arguing? It didn't matter, it doesn't have to matter! You don't owe me dinner, and you don't have to act like it meant something. I know males."
Rather annoyed by this barrage of accusations, Lucivar felt hot anger building up.
"Look," he yelled back. "Just because the other males you've run into in your life have been gutter-son's of bitches doesn't mean I'm the same. I don't take sex lightly. I *thought* we were friends before this and I was trying to follow up on out friendship."
"*Before* we never ate dinner together in private, and it was *never* this awkward between us. Don't pretend like nothing has changed. Just let it go!" Malayian growled in frustration. "Enough of this. I'm leaving. I have better things to do than fight over your intentions. Males." The last was muttered under her breath as she turned and left the room, leaving the door wide open behind her.
"Wait!" Lucivar was too late. Malayian had stormed out of his rooms, and Lucivar had no idea why. He sighed and sat back down, wondering if this was what everyone went through when they had feelings for someone. He leaned on the table, debating whether or not to follow her. Lucivar sighed, sitting down at the now empty table. All he wanted to was to spend time with her, the way it had been before. Why did females have to be so perplexing?
Lucivar was too deep in thought to notice the young witch to walked by his door, and, following her nosy nature, took a quick peek through the still open door. What she saw was a table set for two, but only one, rather upset looking, Eyrien sitting at the table. Coupling that with her own knowledge of two faces who had been missing from the dinning table that evening, the witch decided that it was time to throw a stone into the stream of fate. (a/n: gag, I know, horrible metaphor, but its all I could think of.)
"So what exactly are you planning for us to do?" Jaenelle asked Karla raising a suspicious eyebrow raised.
"I think that Malayian and Lucivar need a little push to realize that they both love each other, and what better way to realize that than to put them into a place where they are forced to talk things over!"
"Ah, well so long as its simple. You realize that neither hide nor hair has been seen of either our two lovebirds since dinner yesterday. Perhaps they have already made up." Jaenelle added a few herbs to the potion she was working on. "Stir that, will you?" she asked Karla as she moved across the room to fetch another ingredient. Karla jumped off of the stool she had been sitting on and swirled the mixture around.
"No they haven't. Malayian has been in her own room all morning, and she is always out on the practice field in the morning, even when there is no practice. And Lucivar has been seen, beating the life out of a practice dummy, a little while ago. They're both torn up over whatever happened last night, and they just need to talk it out."
"What are you going to do, lock them in a room together?" Immediately Jaenelle wished she hadn't asked, as Karla looked at her with a face that was far too innocent to be innocent.
"They just need to talk it out, without the chance for one of them to storm out in anger or embarrassment or anything. We'd come and rescue them eventually…although by the time we let them out they may not want to leave." Karla's eyes gleamed almost demonically.
"We don't even know what they're fighting about, Karla! It could be something important that we shouldn't interfere in. Some things take more than being locking in a room together to be worked out." Jaenelle took to stirring the potion herself, slowly pouring in a milky-white liquid.
Karla sat back down on her stool, waving an arm dismissively. "It's a lover's spat, Jaenelle. Malayian's proud and so is Lucivar, not to mention the fact that neither of them are very good at this whole romance thing."
"Oh and you are?" Jaenelle gave Karla a skeptical look.
"Kiss kiss. I can see what's right in front of them. So will you help me?"
Jaenelle sighed. "I don't see that there is any way to stop you, so I might as well keep this plan from getting out of hand."
Karla grinned. "Smart witch," she said.
Lucivar stepped into the empty room, wondering why Jaenelle was not there. The note left in his room had been vague, and it was odd for Jaenelle to use this room for anything, it was so secluded from the rest of the building. He wondered if maybe she had found some information on Daemon, but immediately dismissed the hopeful idea. She wouldn't leave Saetan out of anything that important.
"Oh."
The voice in the door made Lucivar turn. Malayian stood hesitantly at the threshold of the room. She took a step forward, holding up a slip of paper.
"Jaenelle asked…." She was cut off as the door slammed behind her. She blinked, and then turned to open the door again, and found it locked. She growled to herself, and kicked at it, but the door didn't budge. Lucivar walked over and gave it a hard shove, but still the door refused to open.
"Well Jaenelle should be along in a moment and she'll open it," Malayian said with a sigh, and settled down in a chair.
Lucivar was not so convinced, but he didn't say anything, just found a chair across from her, and leaned back casually.
"Lock them in a room together, ingenious Karla."
"You'll thank me when it works."
"We'll see."
"Kiss kiss."
A/N: Was going to have more in this chapter but I hit writer's block. I'm rather interested to see where all this goes myself.