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the Project	By : theLureln Category: +M through R > Magic: The Gathering Views: 11901 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Magic the Gathering characters or settings, anything else is mine. This story is not being written for profit.

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Jace stared down at the missive he'd just received, frowning in puzzlement. The Dracogenius had requested he bring back the scroll which he'd borrowed from the Izzet League months before. He didn't have a problem returning it since he'd copied down everything he needed, he was just surprised the dragon had bothered to make such a demand. It wasn't like Niv-Mizzet to trouble himself with trivialities. The Memory Adept wondered if he was going to call in his favor already, but if that was the case the Firemind would have simply summoned him for that reason. Perhaps the dragon needed to track down the same ingredient for a spell of his own. It seemed highly unlikely, but that dragon's claws were in a thousand activities at once so it was possible.
            At any rate, he wasn't thrilled with the request for any number of reasons. He was a busy man these days and couldn't really spare the time for fulfilling such menial chores. He could have someone else return the scroll but Niv-Mizzet had specifically mandated he deliver the item personally. The dragon's arrogance was annoying in the extreme, but he did respect the Izzet League's parun for his intelligence and knowledge so he tolerated it as best he could. He wouldn't alienate such a valuable source of information lightly. He pulled out a parchment outlining his activities for the day and discovered he didn't have any time available until the evening. He was being slowly buried under the duties of the Guildpact. While he appreciated the power that came with the position he found the daily requirements wearisome in the extreme.
            As he penned a note to himself to stop at Nivix later on, the second and more significant reason he didn't want to go to the Magewright headquarters flitted through his thoughts. He hadn't seen Lorissa since the night he performed breaking and entering on her house and body. His gross abuse of his power had turned his stomach, he had struggled for some time to govern his abilities in a way that was morally acceptable in an effort to atone for his past. He was ashamed of what he had done to her that night. It didn't matter that she'd received a great deal of pleasure at his hands, the fact remained he had violated her privacy. He had a terrible feeling he would do it again in a heartbeat, despite how often he chastised himself over his lack of control. She brought out something reckless in him, he couldn't afford to have that happening right now. He simply had too many responsibilities, too many people whose lives depended on his ability to think and act sensibly.
            There was also his own pride to consider. He was normally a very controlled, rational man and he'd worked hard to become that way. Not so long ago he routinely took unnecessary risks for self gratification, thinking that he was clever enough to escape recriminations. Time and torture had eventually taught him otherwise, he had no wish to regress to behavior from the days of his youth. The simplest way to resist temptation was to avoid it. So far that hadn't been necessary, Ravnica was a large plane and he hadn't run into her since that night. Even with her seemingly endless number of relatives in what appeared to be nearly every guild in existence, the chances of her being in the same place he was were slim. Unless of course he happened to go to the guild she belonged to, which is why he'd avoided Nivix the last several weeks, sending messengers in his place when communication with the dragon was obligatory.
            A personal summons for the return of the spell made that impossible in this instance. Just knowing he'd be in the same building she worked in was enough to send a spike of raw lust surging through his veins. He clenched his teeth in irritation, his inability to govern his body an issue of contention for him. He took exception with the fact she turned him into some kind of mindless sex slave, in particular since she wasn't even trying to do it. He seriously considered arranging a meeting with one of his sporadic lovers before going to the aerie. One of the ways he'd been avoiding temptation was to hook up when the urge to go to Lorissa's home came over him. He wasn't proud of the necessity but he also wasn't an idiot. It was a biological fact that the sexual needs of men were rapacious and historically speaking often got one into trouble. His method of dealing with this was to satiate the urge as close to reality as possible. It wasn't too difficult, once he figured out the reason he'd failed to stay aroused with other women he was able to fix the problem. Being a master illusionist, he simply made them into Lorissa for all intents and purposes. They looked, sounded, smelled and even tasted like her by the time he was finished constructing the illusion. And if some part of his brain insisted he knew the difference, he simply ignored it. Such encounters generally left him sated enough, even if there was a hollow edge to it.
            Unfortunately he had no breaks in his time between meetings today, certainly not one long enough to indulge in a bout of intercourse. He might be able to get off quite quickly when the mood struck him, but it wasn't in his nature to leave a lady high and dry, particularly if he was using her to substitute for the one he really wanted. He'd end up feeling guilty. He'd just have to rough it out. It wasn't as if Lorissa would be there late at night anyway, most members of the guilds left by early evening. Just then someone knocked on his study door, and he looked up to see the mage he'd hired as an assistant walking in with another pile of documents. With a sigh, he turned his focus back to work.
            The rest of his day passed by in a blur of reading over papers, mediating arguments between numerous guilds, and trying to come up with a system where he didn't have to handle so many of the duties himself. He was almost literally dragging ass by the time his last appointment was over when his assistant reminded him he had penned in an notation to go see Niv-Mizzet. His initial reaction was to refuse, he was exhausted and in no mood to deal with the dragon, who found it amusing to make jokes out of the strangest things. In the end, he simply went because he wanted to get the matter over with and because it was such an advanced hour in the day he was certain Lorissa would have left Nivix by now.
            Even so, he was aware of a building excitement within him as he approached the Izzet League's guild hall. His body thrummed with nervous energy, he felt like an adolescent with his first crush and it was highly annoying. He tamped down the ridiculous responses as best he could as he made his way to the top of Nivix. When he presented himself at the dragon's personal residence in the aerie with spell in hand, he was in an impatient mood, eager to be away from this place that made him think of her against his will. The dragon was reading from a large tome and nodded in his direction as he approached.
            "Good evening," he said without bothering to take his gaze off what he was reading. "You brought the spell?"
            Annoyance surged through Jace but he fought it down enough so his tone was still nonchalant as he held it up and said, "Yes, here it is."
            "Excellent," the Dracogenius murmured. "Would you mind taking it down to the vault? I'm in the middle of studying for an incantation at the moment and don't want to lose my focus."
            Typical of a dragon to assume no one's time was as valuable as their own. Jace couldn't hold on to this thought for long because his mind was too busy pointing out to him the one and only time he'd gone to the vault, he'd had sex with Lorissa in it. He shook his head in frustration. Why couldn't he rid himself of her? His voice came out rife with his aggravation. "Fine, anything else you want, dragon?"
            His words and something in his tone finally drew Niv-Mizzet's eyes to his. In his lair the dragon tended to wear his true form, and now he glanced down at the man from a considerable height, expression distinctly amused. "No, boy, that will be all."
            The mind mage supposed he deserved that bit of teasing for his own rudeness, but he was still muttering to himself as he left the aerie. Nivix was practically deserted this late at night. He saw the occasional light on in a lab, probably belonging to some overzealous mage who'd lost track of the time working on an experiment. He was guilty of doing the same thing himself a time or two. Even so, he was surprised to find the library still illuminated because at first glance it looked like no one was there. Then he heard the sound of books and papers hitting the floor and moved in the direction of the commotion.
            When Jace walked into the area the noise had issued from, Lorissa was on her hands and knees underneath a table with her ass in the air. He paused midstride, eyebrows shooting up in surprise. The view was quite nice. Enough that he actually forgot he wanted to avoid her at all costs. Which is why he pointed out she was making him an offer. He just didn't mention how tempted he was.

            From his lair far above the library, the Firemind watched the scene through a scrying orb. "You'd better not mess it up this time, fool," the dragon grumbled at the image of the Memory Adept, before shutting off the device to give them privacy.

This story is not being written for profit, all MTG characters and settings are property of WOTC. Anything else is mine.
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