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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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- 9-Nine
- 10-10
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
- 14-Fourteen
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In spite of her concerns about his outrageous behavior, Lorissa found Ceren to be an entertaining companion. True to his word, he introduced her to various emissaries from other guilds. She was relieved to find he was irreverent with everyone and it seemed to be an expected trait from the Rakdos representative. He occasionally made a pass at her and informed her it was just to keep her on her toes, which made her laugh. He was different than the other men she knew; Venser was serious most of the time and Jace was temperamental. In many ways, Ceren reminded her of her brothers, who were notorious flirts that could charm the pants off any man or woman they met, hiding their sharp intelligence behind humor. Due to that nostalgic feeling, she found herself relaxing around him as the evening wore on.
Jace had always been attracted to Lorissa but now he found himself enchanted by her charm. She was reserved at first, but it didn’t take him long to get through her prickly outer shell with his endless flirtations, which she clearly viewed as harmless. At first she merely snorted at his attempts at flattery; then she began to outright laugh as he let his statements grow increasingly outlandish. He liked seeing her smile and was delighted with her clever quips that she fired back in response to his own. They usually spent all of their time together having sex or fighting; he’d never seen her playful side before. Of course, the only reason he was seeing it now was because she thought he was someone else, but he tried not to let that bother him too much.

Despite having ostensibly abandoned Lorissa’s side the instant they arrived at the party, Ral had been keeping an eye on her from afar for numerous reasons. The first being that, even though he found his duties on Ravnica to be extremely tedious now that he had discovered there were other planes to explore, he still had a fierce loyalty to the guild that he considered his de facto family. He loved the pursuit of knowledge and the use of magic in experimentation and both thrived in the Izzet League. To that end, he didn’t wish to see the guild harmed, even in matters of reputation. He expected Lorissa to handle herself well that night, but he still checked to make sure she hadn’t committed any mistakes. So far she’d been mingling quite well, accompanied by an utterly delicious emissary from the Rakdos guild. The exotic fellow was positively drooling over the girl and Ral had to wonder what about her seemed to draw in men.
Tomik Vrona was seated at a bench to his left, looking resplendent in a more formal white silken robe and tunic over black pants; the ebony belt at his waist emphasizing his fit physique that Ral couldn’t get enough of. The advokist looked bored, but Ral knew his lover was thrilled to be with him in public. They kept their relationship under wraps and meetings like this one were treasured. At the moment, the other man was glancing in the direction Ral had been looking when he suddenly leaned forward and said, “Is that Lorissa deCar?”
Ral looked at his partner in surprise. “It is, do you know her?”
Tomik replied, “Not that well; I have met her once or twice. Her brothers are Syndicate Knights.”
Ral’s eyebrows shot up. “Really? I’d heard she has family in more than one guild. That’s a high rank for someone not born into the guild, I presume they’re talented.”
“Clearly it runs in the genes,” Tomik murmured, absently studying the Rakdos male who was escorting her around. “She’s an emissary for the Izzet League after all.”
Ral sneered contemptuously. “Not through her own merit. She was assigned the position at the request of the Living Guildpact.”
Tomik absorbed that bit of information in silence. Ral wasn’t concerned about his partner leaking it. The two shared a deep bond and trusted one another with their lives. He normally wouldn’t disclose such a thing to someone outside of his guild, but Tomik had long since proven his loyalty. That being said, the advokist knew better than to inquire for details; his companion would share them when and if he saw fit. Still, that piece of news did intrigue the Orzhov. He had interacted with Jace on a handful of occasions as emissary for the Syndicate; the other man was a distant enigma that anyone in power on Ravnica was naturally curious about.
“Do you know the man accompanying her,” Tomik finally asked, thinking there was something vaguely familiar about the savage looking Rakdos.
“Not personally, I’ve seen him once or twice at events like this one,” Ral shrugged.
“He seems taken with your guildmate,” Tomik mused, noting the way the wild reveler remained in constant physical contact with her.
“She appears to have that effect on a lot of men,” Ral grunted, still befuddled by that fact.
“I didn’t think seduction spells were your guild’s forte,” the advokist teased, although privately he often wondered, considering how sexy he found his Izzet mate.
Ral laughed at his lover’s mischievous look. “They’re not, and even if they were it wouldn’t matter, Lorissa lacks magic.”
Tomik arched an eyebrow in surprise. “Really? From all accounts her parents are quite formidable and I have personally seen her brothers utilize serious spells.”
“Really,” Ral confirmed, his expression thoughtful as he considered his companion’s words. “She’s made her way up in the guild through sheer stubbornness and being a workaholic.”
“Hm sounds like someone I know,” Tomik noted, hiding a smile at the way Ral frowned.
“Me too,” Ral shot back and both men paused to acknowledge their similarities, aware such traits were part of what bound them together. “At least she seems to be doing a good job tonight, so perhaps the position isn’t wasted on her. Time will tell, I suppose.”

On the other end of the glade, Lorissa felt an itch on her shoulder blades, as if she was being watched, but when she glanced around she didn’t notice anything unusual. The man at her side was congenially chatting with a representative from the Dimir guild; Lorissa wasn’t very well informed about the House because the guild was so secretive many believed it to be defunct. The woman conversing with Ceren was lovely and clever, Lorissa thought the two of them would make a striking pair but he seemed oblivious even though the lady was clearly hitting on him. For his part, Jace didn’t even notice, his attention mostly focused on Lorissa even when he was talking to other people. Being so close to her put his body into a state of ready arousal; hyper aware of every movement she made down to the most minute breath.
He desperately wanted to drag her off to some place secluded and bury his cock deep inside her, but he knew that wasn’t an option at the moment. She’d been abundantly clear with Ceren that she wasn’t open to a tryst, although she’d been carefully polite with her rejections. Jace had been equally respectful in his disguise, flirting barely within the limits of propriety without causing her to drive him away. He was having a fun time being with her, thoroughly enjoying the easy flow of conversation between them and watching her interact with the other emissaries. Even though she had a reserved demeanor, she was gentile in her manner and encouraged others to talk about themselves, her interest in their answers genuine. She seemed to have a deep curiosity and love of learning; two traits they evidently shared. He shouldn’t have been surprised; the Izzet League was full of brilliant minded people with a drive for the pursuit of knowledge. The Magewrights just tended to lack common sense when it came to carrying out some of their experiments. It appeared as if they could be compatible in areas other than the bedroom.
His mind started wandering down the many positions in which they had explored that compatibility in the past, so he was caught by surprise when she asked, “Do you know if the Living Guildpact will be here tonight?”
Jace shifted in place nervously as he answered, “Sometimes; he’s known to make brief appearances to show support for this sort of thing.”
“Excellent,” she replied, although the look on her face implied aggravation rather than pleasure.
“Why do you want to know,” he queried, curious as to what she might want with him.
“Just a question about my appointment,” she breezily responded, not inclined to discuss the particulars with her newfound acquaintance, intent on airing her grievances to the guilty party only.
Jace assumed she wished to thank him for her promotion and smiled to himself in satisfaction. He hadn’t intended on stopping by the gathering tonight in his true form, but he could appear just to whet her curiosity. He had no plans for revealing his status to her that evening; he knew it was going to happen but he preferred it take place in private the first time since she was going to have a lot of questions for him. He didn’t want anyone else to be there.
“From what I recall, he doesn’t usually converse with people; just pops in to drop a statement and then out again,” he finally supplied.
Lorissa frowned at this information. “How do emissaries get to speak with him then?”
It was Jace’s turn to frown; apparently Ral had been remiss in telling her the details of her position. “Emissaries generally meet with him to discuss the more urgent concerns of the guild on a weekly basis.”
“Oh that’s right, Ral’s supposed to be doing that but maybe I can switch with him once,” she muttered.
Jace wasn’t sure what she meant and didn’t ask because he had already started thinking about how he was going to get in and out of the party tonight as the Living Guildpact without her realizing who he was. “If you’ll excuse me, I’m afraid I have an urgent matter to take care of. It was a pleasure meeting you tonight; I’d love to see more of you.”
She rolled her eyes at his lame attempt at a pick up line. “Likewise; I look forward to crossing paths with you again.”
“Soon,” he promised her, though she couldn’t possibly know how true that statement was.
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