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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 was used to his share of action but his new role as Guildpact on Ravnica was turning out to be more than even he could handle. It seemed like there was a representative from the guilds under his feet every second of the day. He couldn't turn around without finding someone waiting to get his opinion about a life or death matter. It seemed like everything was life or death.
            He was normally a very private man who enjoyed solitude so he could work on creating new spells but at the moment he never had any time to himself. He hadn't had the opportunity to fully devote his attention to an experiment in weeks. As annoying as he found this fact, he was still divided about his election for the position. The power was certainly alluring, he was part of nearly every major decision the guilds made and they consistently consulted him before taking any actions. His ego was understandably enticed by that kind of influence. He also felt this was his penance in a way. He had done many terrible things in his young life and while he couldn't remember them all in part thanks to his own magic he knew he had much to make up for. Being forced to fairly mediate between the guilds was payback for the balance he owed. He also had allies and friends on Ravnica such as Emmara that he felt compelled to help.
            Thinking of the blonde elf still made him somewhat sad but he had noticed lately that the feelings were far less intense and had more to do with the loss of her memory about their friendship. He hardly thought about the way he'd been distraught to discover she had a special someone in her life. Rather he remembered how disappointed she was he betrayed her by not telling her of his true nature. He assumed this change of feelings on his part was due to time passing and being too busy to dwell on things of a personal nature.
            Which wasn't to say that Jace found himself free of thoughts of Lorissa. Memories of her plagued him at the most inconvenient times. One of the worst occurred during a meeting between him and Lavinia a week after the embarrassing loss of control he'd suffered from at New Prahv. They were congregating to look over plans for a new bill to be drafted regarding property entailment by the deceased. It was the first time he'd been back to the building since that day and as he approached the entrance his eyes were instantly drawn to the pillar where he'd dragged Lorissa to for their rendezvous. He was able to remember everything with startling clarity: the way she told him to give it to her echoing in his ears as he reached up to absently touch the spot on his neck where she'd bitten him after he'd told her to come. When he'd first gotten home and seen the bruise on his skin he'd been torn between being irritated over being branded and turned on by how forceful she'd been. The mark she'd left on him was starting to fade but the memory of it wasn't. He'd gotten an erection that had lasted through half his meeting with Lavinia to his chagrin.
            That was when he decided he had to do something about the predicament he found himself in. He'd be damned if he was going to pine over some girl he barely knew. He was not going to let himself be controlled by desire. Certainly not lust over a woman who was not even close to being his equal in capability. She was a librarian for crying out loud. If he was going to get hung up on a female he'd rather it be someone like Liliana Vess. That had been understandable because she was as powerful as she was voluptuous. Any man could be brought to his knees by a woman like that. He wasn't going to be under the influence of a slender little girl most men wouldn't fall for at first glance. He had a reputation to maintain.
            He'd seduced a few women to try and clear his head. He'd assumed indulging in sex would help erase her power over him. Unfortunately things hadn't gone as planned. His mind instinctively skipped those embarrassing recollections for the moment. After that he just immersed himself in projects to drive thoughts of her away. It seemed to be working quite well during the day, he was constantly going from one meeting to the next with various guild representatives so his mind had little time to wander.
            The evenings were another story. Even though it was invariably late when he got home, he found himself wondering where Lorissa was instead of seeing to his own experiments. When he realized what he was doing he'd grow irritated with himself and plunge into the crafting of his memory storage phylactery. He'd finally managed to find all of the ingredients for a successful casting and was starting to painstakingly assemble the spell step by step. It was a sophisticated procedure that required absolute concentration, any distractions would result in failure. It was exhausting work and he could only complete small portions at a time. It had taken him weeks and he was about halfway through the process now.
            This morning he'd set out a pile of ingredients he needed for the next stage of the spell before heading into the first of an endless series of meetings for the day. He hadn't planned on being out quite so long but his conference with the Orzhov ran late. It was well into the evening by the time business was finished up and he was reviewing a list of amendments to work on for the proposed entailment law when he thought he heard the sound of Lorissa's voice. Absurd. What would she be doing in the Church of Deals, let alone at this time of night? He had to be imagining things. Again. He was starting to think she never left his mind but just hovered in the background waiting for a lapse in his concentration. Then he caught the faintest scent that triggered a graphic memory of being buried deep inside her while her hair fluttered across his face and he knew. Jace raised his eyes from the forgotten list and stared at the woman who seemed to be haunting him.
            Lorissa was just standing up when their eyes met. She'd obviously seen him first and he suspected she was in the process of running away when he spotted her. Given their history he decided that was wise of her. But then he got a look at what she was wearing and lost his train of thought. Before he'd only ever seen her in rather boring clothes that weren't particularly flattering. Now she was dressed in a wisp of a dark blue dress that made her skin glow and complimented the dainty lines of her body. She looked like a delicious little nymph, the skirt swirling around her thighs see through enough to get a glimpse of the shape of her curves without being too revealing. It was rather riveting actually, as if looking hard enough might show him the skin he was hoping to see. She had lovely legs and was wearing some frothy ribbon sandals that twined around trim ankles. Not so unremarkable after all. He felt his muscles tense as desire swirled through him, searing heat settling in his groin as he grew aroused.
            Then he noticed the two lumbering blond men behind her scowling in his direction and managed to stop leering at her. He inclined his head at her in greeting, knowing to not acknowledge her would be suspicious after he'd just stared at her so long. "Good evening Lorissa."
            She arched an eyebrow at him in disbelief. Just like that, huh? Then again her brothers were here and she could understand his desire for discretion. She definitely didn't want them to know about him. "Hello Jace," she gestured at the men behind her. "These are my brothers Peyrn and Pardic."
            Of course her brothers were battle clerics for the Orzhov, it made as much sense as the rest of her family's odd guild memberships. It also explained why she was there. He felt like asking her how many relatives she had, and if the family had a member in every guild on Ravnica. He thought that might sound too rude though. He settled for nodding at the two men in greeting before turning back to Lorissa and saying, "Until next time then."
            And he made himself walk around her. He could hardly do otherwise with her brothers there even though his body was entering a distinctly frustrated state. Walking down that hall away from her was incredibly grueling, which only further angered him. The last six weeks had been difficult enough, he wasn't about to let himself regress.
            Lorissa watched him leave, torn between disappointment and relief. Her body was singing with awareness from that brief encounter with him. She could feel her breasts were swollen and was glad she'd chosen to wear such a dark colored dress which made that fact less obvious. Her eyes traced the movements of his hips as he walked, the cape swirling with each step, and remembered how skillfully he'd used those hips to bring them both to mutual pleasure. She almost fanned herself before she recalled she had an audience. What was she thinking? She had to forget about that man, he was not for her. She turned and gave her brothers a bright smile. "Shall we go home?"

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