After the War
Disclaimer: I do not own the Immortals series, and I do not own Numair, if I did, well that would be the last you saw of him.
Chapter Two
Behind a closed door the lanky man lectured, his 6' 5" frame of wiry muscle was thin but graceful. Dark eyes hidden in a tanned face with strong features, his long black hair pulled into a horsetail, he was handsome and brilliant. He was a black robe mage, and very likely, the most powerful one, but he had very little control when it came to some things. Not only was this suave man recognized for his rank, but also for being a dependable womanizer, that is, he was with another woman almost every night. He was a seducer by night and a teacher by day what more could one want for.
When he glanced up from his notes, he smiled at the door. This being a first year page class, the boys had only ever seen this man frown. Therefore, when a grin did break out across his face some of the students followed his gaze. A few were so brave as to wolf whistle, for a lovely lady none knew stood in the doorframe. Numair hearing the whistles lost control, glittering black and silver fire radiated from the man. The students turned to stare at the spectacle, a black sparkling globe of pure magic encompassed their mysterious teacher. The shutters tore open, and the torches exploded into balls of fire. It was thoroughly dark in the room, even though the shutters were open, and it was a very sunny day.
None had ever seen the professor like this before, and were slightly frightened by him. Through the noise, a clear warm laugh could be heard; it seemed to banish the chill that had crept into the room only moments before. It was the woman, it was her voice, and she was smiling and laughing. She walked towards the mage, hips swinging provocatively; she shocked everyone when she walked through the magic that glittered menacingly.
"Numair, need I call cloud? She has been itching to bite you for a month, and would come swiftly to do so, and enjoy it to!" Daine turned this time to the class and spoke, "Class dismissed!"
Numair called out after the final statement, "I want a paper on the uses of malachite for tomorrow, minimum of two feet!"
Once the last page had filed out, he turned to Daine, "How I have missed you magelet. Do you have the day off, yes, well then come along. I need to make sure you are okay."
He pulled his love to him, wrapping his arms around her body, soaking in her scent and memorizing her. His arms ran over her body, making sure that she had come back in one piece. When he could finally let her go, he took her small soft hand in his and dragged her through the empty halls to a large staircase. At the top, a door stood cloaked in his fire, he let them inside and then bolted and sealed the door. He did not want anyone to walk in to see something they worked so hard to conceal.
He turned to his former student, his friend, and the woman that he loved, he wrapped her in yet another hug, running his hands over her clothing. His lips were on her neck and she could only gasp that she was okay, and then his lips were on hers. When they finally broke apart, Daine was very happy. The last time she had been in his arms for this long had been after his battle with Inar. They had had only stolen moments in dark corners since then.
"Magelet, I am sorry for losing my temper. At least this time I didn't turn anyone into a tree," Numair said, and then smiled at the memory.
"I rather enjoyed watching the looks you got. Now that I am here, you start eating properly again, so to lunch we shall go. Besides I wish to see everyone," Daine rose and kissed Numair on the cheek. She waltzed past him and waited for him to unseal his door. When he did, she swiftly unbolted it and slipped into the hall, waiting for the man who she had dreamed about for a month to once again be by her side.
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Later, Daughter of the Black