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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.

Chapter List
- 1-the Project
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            Venser had spent the latter part of his life in constant agony, suffering from a wasting disease that had driven him to take medication in order to function through the pain. Unfortunately, that same substance had proved far too addictive for him to handle and in the end he had been enslaved to his need for it. Any time he turned away from it, or was forced to by extenuating circumstances, he had always found himself crushed by the withdrawal symptoms. Constant pain and nagging misery had been part of his every day life. But since waking on this strange new plane, he had discovered that both his disease and his addiction seemed to have vanished. He had no idea why that might be, but he wasn’t going to complain about it. He simply added it to the list of unknown variables that existed in his current situation.
            Overall, his new lease on life had been surprisingly pleasant in spite of being in a place he didn’t recognize and surrounded by strangers with unknown customs. He’d had the great fortune to be found by the Azorius Senate, a lawful and straightforward guild of individuals who were as organized as they were disciplined. He’d somehow wandered into the care of the deCar family and he knew he couldn’t ask for better hosts. They were kind and compassionate and never pushed him for information. The mother was fair and stern, the father was stormy and passionate, the sons were boisterous and generous and the daughter, well…
            She was turning out to be utterly fascinating. And he didn’t think that simply because the first time he’d seen her, she’d been naked. Although he definitely remembered the occasion and recalled it often when he needed to get off. Rather, it was her pragmatic intellect coupled with a surprisingly dark and flirtatious sense of humor that had left him with a thirst for knowledge about her. Out of all the members of her family, only she lacked any magic, which had surprised him. It didn’t take long for him to figure out such a subject was too sensitive for discussion, but he was incredibly impressed by how far she had risen in the Izzet League without the use of the arcane. What she lacked in mystical power she made up for with intelligence and a daunting diligence. When she set her mind on a task, nothing seemed to distract her from it.
            Although Niv-Mizzet had assigned her as his assistant, she spent so much time fulfilling other duties that he only rarely asked her for her help. Her desk seemed to be a revolving door for numerous mages in the guild, trying to slough menial tasks off on her. She was too ambitious and eager to build bridges to say no, but her overseer Tabozav had no qualms about returning most of the jobs to their original owners. He deeply valued Lorissa’s intense devotion to work and he sheltered her as a result. This, as far as Venser could tell, undermined all of her hard work at trying to bond with the other mages in the guild. They resented her tremendously, not only because of her position but also the fact that she had made it there without the use of spellwork.
            Having the attention of the Guildmaster probably didn’t help in that department either. It had shocked the hell out of Venser the first time the dragon had descended to the library late at night to visit with Lorissa. She spent most of her days working in a lab, but when she was researching her own project she was almost exclusively in the library. He had discovered early on that she was a workaholic; she stayed late into the night long after everyone else had left and she was one of the first to arrive in the morning. He had taken to keeping her company in the night, sitting by her in companionable silence while they researched their respective materials. He hadn’t met many people who appreciated the stillness like he did, especially ones that could carry a conversation like she could. But she seemed to know exactly when to speak and when not to.
            They were immersed in their books when an enormous shadow descended upon them and a dry voice rumbled, “I see my Lorissa has infected you with her industrious ways.”
            Both of them jumped in surprise, pulled out of their concentration by Niv-Mizzet’s words. Venser started to stand to greet the Guildmaster, thinking the dragon might be there for some specific reason. Lorissa simply sighed in exasperation and said, “Pay no attention to him, he’s just here to harass me again.”
            Venser had to keep his mouth from dropping open in shock; the Firemind didn’t seem like a being that was given to tolerating teasing and mockery. To his further astonishment, the Parun let out a short bellowing chuckle before turning piercing eyes onto him.
            “Perhaps it might be better if you rubbed off on her instead,” the dragon mused, and something in his tone let the man know his phrase was as loaded as it sounded.
            Venser’s eyes widened in embarrassed alarm; a cautious glance at Lorissa revealed she had turned her attention back to her research. She clearly hadn’t heard the Guildmaster, or if she had she’d not caught the sexual innuendo whatsoever. For his part, Venser understood perfectly well that Niv-Mizzet was pointing out he was aware of the man’s attraction to her. Not that Venser could deny it or would bother trying to. She was physically attractive, funny, intelligent and ambitious. The only thing she lacked was magic and honestly after his tumultuous past he didn’t find that a deficiency. A man could very easily settle down with her and live a comfortable, fulfilling life in peace. While he genuinely wanted to discover how he’d managed to revive and arrive on this plane, the temptation of a calm existence with a companion like her was overwhelming.
            “That’s a possibility if she’s open to it,” he replied, opting for honesty, having noted the dragon seemed to appreciate frankness as long as it was respectful.
            The Dracogenius grinned at him in masculine approval, a teasing glint in his ancient eyes. “I’d get to it soon if I was you, it must be getting tiring taking care of things with your own hands.”
            Venser let out a cough to cover his yelp of surprise and Lorissa glanced up at them with a frown. “I’m sorry, are you having to handle something alone? I’m supposed to be helping you after all.”
            Niv-Mizzet let out a roar of delighted laugher, his enormous body shaking with undisguised mirth while Venser ran a hand over his face and silently wished to sink into the floor and disappear from sight. She gave both of them a perplexed look and then sighed, “I will never understand the male mind.”
            “That’s probably for the best at the moment,” the parun answered her in a deadpan voice, his continued amusement evident as he inclined his head at them. “I must be off for the time being; many experiments to formulate yet tonight. Do not stay long; I think the two of you need to get in bed.”
            Venser narrowed his eyes at the dragon, who regarded him with an unrepentant smile before turning and strolling out of the library. Lorissa shut her notebook and stretched, the motion immediately drawing his attention back to her, his mouth going dry at the way her breasts pushed against the straining fabric of her top. Stupid dragon putting wild ideas in his head. Not that the Firemind was wrong; he’d certainly thought about her on multiple occasions while stroking his cock and it was a poor substitute for what he really wanted.
            “He’s right as usual,” she sighed as she stood up. “I’ll never tell him though; he’s already insufferable as is.”
            Venser chuckled, shutting his own books and picking up his notes. “You have a surprisingly open relationship with Niv-Mizzet.”
            “He thinks of me as a pet,” she replied over her shoulder as she returned her books to their proper places.
            He followed in her wake, handing her replacement tomes as she filed each one away. They had fallen into a comfortable routine almost from the very first, after that initial awkward meeting in the library. He found their interactions soothing, their ability to exchange conversation a delightful diversion from his pursuit of his recent past. As the days had gone by, he had found himself caring less and less about what had happened to him after he’d seen Karn. Did it really matter why he was there? He’d woken up on the same plane as this woman who seemed to be seeping into his soul, and the odds of that happening were phenomenal. Couldn’t he just simply…be?

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