December 18, 2012 by Lyn
Thursday, December 11, 2003, just after Chapter 14
“You’re getting soft, Agmund.”
The skinny Daeva was laughing at Agmund, but he took no offense. The Linden-Blossom laughed at everyone, including itself. It meant nothing at all, as with everything that came out of its mouth.
“Soft?” Agmund liked playing with the Daeva. There wasn’t any posturing that he needed to do, with this one. It was a pleasant relaxation. “How is it you figure this?”
“Xanthia. Penny. Fran. Even Llew – your Students aren’t the monsters of the school anymore.”
“The school has enough monsters right now. And your Students do well enough in the role, do they not?”
“I thought you liked having big bad wolves.”
“And I thought your liking was for pretty things who stayed on their backs.”
“I still have some fun-loving Students.” It could have been Agmund’s imagination, but it seemed Mike was on edge about that. Perhaps it was the one who wasn’t the Daeva’s student at all, the sh’Linden who had chosen to be cy’Ginger.
“And I have, if not Big Bad Wolf, then the rock and the bear.”
“The Wolf.” The Daeva chuckled. “I’m glad he’s not mine. To watch him fall like that…”
“To a tiny little thing. Yes. That was quite the show.” Agmund thought perhaps some of his Students could take notes.
“It was, if you like blood and guts. I thought Luke was going to fall in love on the spot.” Mike waved a hand in front of its face. “Speaking of…”
“Blood and guts? We have quite a bit of that coming. No need to borrow it before it gets here.”
“No, no. Falling in love. She’s not even your Student, Agmund.”
“And my time with those who study with me is your business why?”
“Because I’m a nosy good-for-nothing Daeva, of course. Why else would it be my business?” The pretty thing leaned forward and dropped its voice. “I know you don’t pay any heed to who’s in my bed.”
“Not me. That is all the heed I need to pay.”
“Always ‘not you.’ You and Luke.” The Daeva pouted up at Agmund.
“For not the same reasons, I assure you. What is it you came to ask me?”
“Ask you? Nothing. But isn’t one of yours hunting Xanthia?”
“I am certain one of everyone’s is hunting her, this late in the game.”
“Yours hunt everyone, Linden-Blossom. Even me.”
“Tell them if they win, they have to share with their dear ol’ Mentor.”
“And this is why students are not who I share my bed with.”
“Me?” The Daeva blinked its eyelashes at Agmund. “Why would you say something so unkind?”
“Because I enjoy saying things that are unkind.” Agmund smiled broadly at the Daeva. “And because you enjoy it when you tease me, and I should enjoy it as much.”
“And because you like a student.” The little blonde thing smiled triumphantly at Agmund. “And I haven’t taken her to bed. And I won’t, either.”
“You could not, not without things that even you would not do.” It was part of what Agmund liked about her. She was not easy to sway, not easy to bend. She would be fun, he thought, to court. It would be a long season of sparring, before she would admit to anything.
Perhaps another year. Perhaps a time when she was not a Student at all.
“You’re hard on yourself, Agmund.” The Daeva was suddenly serious. Agmund hated when Linden-Blossom did that. “These aren’t normal students. You’re not offering them a higher grade in return for something illicit.”
“I am offering them nothing at all in return for nothing at all illicit. You, on the other hand…”
“Teach my students pleasure. What do you want to teach yours?”
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