Post by wordy on May 10, 2009 23:21:49 GMT 10
Title: Only Numbers
Rating: G
Prompt: Numbers
Category: up to 250 words
Word count: 250
Summary: Numair and Neal have a little talk. Numair does most of the talking.
Neal’s knuckles were resting against the door, ready to knock, when the door was suddenly swept open in front of him: though the person standing before him looking rather perplexed was not the person he had been hoping to see.
“Master Numair,” Neal finally managed to splutter out. He resisted the urge to turn and make a run for it down the corridor. “I was, er, hoping to speak to...”
“Daine, yes,” Numair said. His perplexed expression was turning into a frown, his forehead creasing slightly beneath a runaway strand of black hair. “I’ve been meaning to speak to you, actually, Nealan isn’t it?”
“Just Neal is fine, Mast—“
Neal found himself being steered towards an alcove which housed a dusty bench. The palms of his hands began to sweat.
They sat.
“It’s come to my attention—“ Numair began. Mithros save me, pleaded Neal silently.
“—that you don’t particularly, ah, approve of the relationship I have with Daine—“
Er, said Neal’s brain.
“—well,” Numair paused for a moment, “you’re a smart lad and I would have thought you’d have figured this out for yourself...”
His voice trailed off into an awkward silence. It was awkward for Neal, in any case.
“Um, I don’t quite understand what you mean? Sir?”
Numair glanced across at him. “You like mathematics, Nealan?”
Neal didn’t, but he wasn’t about to say that.
“In some cases,” Numair continued, unfolding his long frame and rising from the bench,“they’re only numbers. Only numbers.”
A/N: I'm quite fond of this idea of Neal and Numair having a talk about Daine, and it was very hard to cut back the wordcount. So I might actually write an actual fic of it sometimeif I remember.
Rating: G
Prompt: Numbers
Category: up to 250 words
Word count: 250
Summary: Numair and Neal have a little talk. Numair does most of the talking.
Neal’s knuckles were resting against the door, ready to knock, when the door was suddenly swept open in front of him: though the person standing before him looking rather perplexed was not the person he had been hoping to see.
“Master Numair,” Neal finally managed to splutter out. He resisted the urge to turn and make a run for it down the corridor. “I was, er, hoping to speak to...”
“Daine, yes,” Numair said. His perplexed expression was turning into a frown, his forehead creasing slightly beneath a runaway strand of black hair. “I’ve been meaning to speak to you, actually, Nealan isn’t it?”
“Just Neal is fine, Mast—“
Neal found himself being steered towards an alcove which housed a dusty bench. The palms of his hands began to sweat.
They sat.
“It’s come to my attention—“ Numair began. Mithros save me, pleaded Neal silently.
“—that you don’t particularly, ah, approve of the relationship I have with Daine—“
Er, said Neal’s brain.
“—well,” Numair paused for a moment, “you’re a smart lad and I would have thought you’d have figured this out for yourself...”
His voice trailed off into an awkward silence. It was awkward for Neal, in any case.
“Um, I don’t quite understand what you mean? Sir?”
Numair glanced across at him. “You like mathematics, Nealan?”
Neal didn’t, but he wasn’t about to say that.
“In some cases,” Numair continued, unfolding his long frame and rising from the bench,“they’re only numbers. Only numbers.”
A/N: I'm quite fond of this idea of Neal and Numair having a talk about Daine, and it was very hard to cut back the wordcount. So I might actually write an actual fic of it sometime