Post by Shhasow on Nov 9, 2010 10:55:25 GMT 10
Bliss
Summary: Numair finally has Daine where he wants her.
Rating: PG-13 for hints of naughty-time
Word Count: 468
Final sprint, 15 minutes this one. I wanted to give Numair SOME love, at least.
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The curly brown hair tickled his long nose. He blearily lifted his free hand and gently pushed it aside as he rose from the Dream God’s hold.
Ganiel’s clutches had been utterly soft this night. No torture haunted his dreams, no lingering memories of pain and terror, only pale, yielding cotton held him in its embrace.
It was a wonderful experience, one he hadn’t felt in years, since his innocent days.
His gaze cleared and shifted to the woman nestled in the crook of his arm, her left arm thrown across his chest, her breath softly rising and tickling his skin. He unconsciously tightened his arm around her shoulders and she stirred slightly only to fall deeper asleep with a gentle sigh.
His companion, his soldier in arms, his student, his magelet.
His Daine.
After the chaos of the Immortals War, they had agreed to take their relationship slow. Emotions run high on the brink of death, not that they doubted their own feelings, but they each held a slight insecurity about the other and wanted certainty.
Numair had hoped as never before. Her innocent declaration of love in the Divine Realms had broken loose the chains tightly restraining his feelings, and granted him the permission to wish fervently and believe his wishes might be granted.
Their clandestine meetings in abandoned hallways and stable-lofts and forests were the only time they had to truly talk about anything not innocuous, for their mutual friends had no idea of their relationship.
Even innocent forays with their friends were carefully choreographed and far between so as not to give any hint away. They didn’t want gossip to arise when such unstable ground stood between them.
When Daine had turned to him that day and whispered words into his ear, he was flummoxed and a bit anxious and uncertain, but he had no power to deny her anything, not anymore.
She could ask of him anything and he would battle Gods and dragons to meet her sweet wishes.
While she quietly gathered her belongings, he had modified his rooms to allow an entrance from the grounds outside for her nighttime animal companions.
They met at his door with a sweet kiss before carefully putting away her clothes with his, her bow leaning against a corner next to his staff.
Their next step, filled with much blushing and stammering between them, was his – no, their - bed.
Afterwards, they drifted off to sleep, securely wrapped around each other as if to prevent the other from leaving.
It was at this moment, as Numair slowly began to wake, undisturbed by nightmares for once, that he could name what he was feeling at that moment, with Daine’s weight secure against his side, her hair tickling his skin, her head pillowed on his shoulder.
It was bliss.
Summary: Numair finally has Daine where he wants her.
Rating: PG-13 for hints of naughty-time
Word Count: 468
Final sprint, 15 minutes this one. I wanted to give Numair SOME love, at least.
______
The curly brown hair tickled his long nose. He blearily lifted his free hand and gently pushed it aside as he rose from the Dream God’s hold.
Ganiel’s clutches had been utterly soft this night. No torture haunted his dreams, no lingering memories of pain and terror, only pale, yielding cotton held him in its embrace.
It was a wonderful experience, one he hadn’t felt in years, since his innocent days.
His gaze cleared and shifted to the woman nestled in the crook of his arm, her left arm thrown across his chest, her breath softly rising and tickling his skin. He unconsciously tightened his arm around her shoulders and she stirred slightly only to fall deeper asleep with a gentle sigh.
His companion, his soldier in arms, his student, his magelet.
His Daine.
After the chaos of the Immortals War, they had agreed to take their relationship slow. Emotions run high on the brink of death, not that they doubted their own feelings, but they each held a slight insecurity about the other and wanted certainty.
Numair had hoped as never before. Her innocent declaration of love in the Divine Realms had broken loose the chains tightly restraining his feelings, and granted him the permission to wish fervently and believe his wishes might be granted.
Their clandestine meetings in abandoned hallways and stable-lofts and forests were the only time they had to truly talk about anything not innocuous, for their mutual friends had no idea of their relationship.
Even innocent forays with their friends were carefully choreographed and far between so as not to give any hint away. They didn’t want gossip to arise when such unstable ground stood between them.
When Daine had turned to him that day and whispered words into his ear, he was flummoxed and a bit anxious and uncertain, but he had no power to deny her anything, not anymore.
She could ask of him anything and he would battle Gods and dragons to meet her sweet wishes.
While she quietly gathered her belongings, he had modified his rooms to allow an entrance from the grounds outside for her nighttime animal companions.
They met at his door with a sweet kiss before carefully putting away her clothes with his, her bow leaning against a corner next to his staff.
Their next step, filled with much blushing and stammering between them, was his – no, their - bed.
Afterwards, they drifted off to sleep, securely wrapped around each other as if to prevent the other from leaving.
It was at this moment, as Numair slowly began to wake, undisturbed by nightmares for once, that he could name what he was feeling at that moment, with Daine’s weight secure against his side, her hair tickling his skin, her head pillowed on his shoulder.
It was bliss.