Daine opened her eyes to be greeted by soft rays of sun streaming
from the window over her bed. The warm light danced across her face, urging
her to wake. She moaned groggily and turned on her side, not yet ready to
face the day. Numair dozed beside her, one of his big hands still clutching
an open book. His hair had escaped its horse tail sometime during the night
and his shirt had twisted so that it had rolled up under his armpit. Daine
giggled softly at the sight; he always found some contorted position to
sleep in.
The man's eyes fluttered open at the sound of his lover's voice. He craned to face her, smirking curiously.
"What are you laughing at?" He croaked.
"Oh, just you," Daine quipped, voice dry. "Why can't you sleep like a normal person?"
Numair sniffed dignantly,
"Well, at least I don't snore."
"Sorry to be the one to tell you this, but alas...you do snore," Daine sighed. "And fair loudly I might add."
The mage grinned guiltily.
"Also," Daine continued, slyly. "You talk in your sleep. You should hear yourself! Even when you're out cold you can hold an intelligent conversation."
This startled a laugh out of Numair; a sound which made Daine tingle with pleasure.
"Oh magelet," the man gasped between spurts of laughter. "I now remember why I love you so much."
Daine leaned into him, resting her chin on his shoulder.
"I love you too," she breathed. "you and your snoring."
"That's good to hear," Numair chuckled. He brought a hand up to stroke her hair, the other, still holding his book, wrapped around her waist. "It's good to see you doing better," he whispered, soothing stray curls away from her face. Daine bit her lip and turned away from him. Her cheerful mood suddenly darkened, the shadow of last night's scare stinging her memory.
"Let's not dwell on that," she whispered.
Numair moved to his side of the bed, allowing her some space. He stared deep into the woman, desperately trying comprehend her erratic change. Daine dared not look up at him, afraid that if she met his eyes all of her inner self would be exposed. She smiled slightly, thinking to herself, (Even after all these years, I still have the instinct of the people: the eyes are windows. Trust no one. Share your thoughts and become vulnerable.)
"I think.." Daine stammered, aloud. "..I think... maybe we should get up... lots to be done and it wont get done with us...sitting here." Awkwardly, the wildmage wrestled out of her covers and stumbled out of bed.
"Oh, very well then," Numair mumbled, still caught in a daze. Shakily, he got out of bed and followed Daine, unable to dismiss a certain, unexplained feeling.
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The man's eyes fluttered open at the sound of his lover's voice. He craned to face her, smirking curiously.
"What are you laughing at?" He croaked.
"Oh, just you," Daine quipped, voice dry. "Why can't you sleep like a normal person?"
Numair sniffed dignantly,
"Well, at least I don't snore."
"Sorry to be the one to tell you this, but alas...you do snore," Daine sighed. "And fair loudly I might add."
The mage grinned guiltily.
"Also," Daine continued, slyly. "You talk in your sleep. You should hear yourself! Even when you're out cold you can hold an intelligent conversation."
This startled a laugh out of Numair; a sound which made Daine tingle with pleasure.
"Oh magelet," the man gasped between spurts of laughter. "I now remember why I love you so much."
Daine leaned into him, resting her chin on his shoulder.
"I love you too," she breathed. "you and your snoring."
"That's good to hear," Numair chuckled. He brought a hand up to stroke her hair, the other, still holding his book, wrapped around her waist. "It's good to see you doing better," he whispered, soothing stray curls away from her face. Daine bit her lip and turned away from him. Her cheerful mood suddenly darkened, the shadow of last night's scare stinging her memory.
"Let's not dwell on that," she whispered.
Numair moved to his side of the bed, allowing her some space. He stared deep into the woman, desperately trying comprehend her erratic change. Daine dared not look up at him, afraid that if she met his eyes all of her inner self would be exposed. She smiled slightly, thinking to herself, (Even after all these years, I still have the instinct of the people: the eyes are windows. Trust no one. Share your thoughts and become vulnerable.)
"I think.." Daine stammered, aloud. "..I think... maybe we should get up... lots to be done and it wont get done with us...sitting here." Awkwardly, the wildmage wrestled out of her covers and stumbled out of bed.
"Oh, very well then," Numair mumbled, still caught in a daze. Shakily, he got out of bed and followed Daine, unable to dismiss a certain, unexplained feeling.
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