Recent content by Briar White

Briar turned her attention back to Roland when he spoke. "Sick," she replied, which was actually the truth. On a good day, she could eat three small meals without throwing it all back up. She leaned back in the booth, letting the folds of her green cloak slip aside, revealing her small baby...

Briar chose to remain silent at his response. She should have expected that. And she wasn't exactly disappointed, either, if she were honest with herself. She had put a spell on him to track him wherever he went, hadn't she? Why would she have done that if she hadn't intended to seek him out...

Briar couldn't seem to help herself. She was back here again, waiting for Roland to appear like she knew he would. She could feel his soul nearby, even as she sat quietly in the back of the tavern he worked in. Her growing stomach was hidden by her dark green cloak, but her hood was down, and...

Briar had a pounding headache. It had been two or so months since her last 'run-in' with Roland and the bastard had managed to get into her head. To anyone else, though, she was merely pregnant and dealing with the symptoms. And not only was she dealing with the symptoms, she was dealing with...

Briar was quiet as Roland spoke. What had gotten into him? Everything she knew about men told her that they shyed away from responsibility and commitment and only thought with their manhood. She pulled her hands from Roland's after a moment that had likely been too long and rose from her...

Briar sighed dramatically and rolled her eyes. "Of course I will be a part of my kid's life, that's what I've been telling you, you fool. It's just that I don't need your help. Unless its a boy, of course," She acted nonchalant about it but she could tell Roland could see through her act. It was...

He didn't seem too pleased with the idea of not having to do anything. Briar wondered if there was anything wrong with him. Most men she knew would have been overjoyed at not having to worry about a kid. They shyed from responsibility. But she supposed Roland would not be one to do so. "You...

Briar raised an eyebrow at Roland's reaction. Her smirk never slipped off her face (though her cheeks were beginning to hurt). "Surely you've heard of The Witches of the Moon, Roland? That's not how we do things," she rested a hand on her stomach. "If it's a girl, she's mine and you will never...

Briar sighed dramatically, before sitting up in her chair, leaning forward. "I'm pregnant, Roland," she said, still smiling, but her smile was no longer a smirk and almost serious. "Just thought you should know, in case you got any ideas in your head that you could kill me. And you don't have...

So he didn't hate her. That was already ten times better than what Briar had thought Roland's opinion of her was, and it pleased her. Briar raised an eyebrow at Roland. "Can't a girl have some fun?" she drawled, crossing her arms over her stomach subconsciously. She thought vaguely for a...

Briar was having so much fun. She shrugged as he tossed the bag of coins back at her and she caught it nimbly. She shrugged again at his question. "This was more fun," she said matter-of-factly, rather enjoying the slideshow of different emotions on Roland's face. "I do think you'll say no...

Briar had done a nifty little spell on Roland and what happened next, she didn't particularly care. Even if he ran out the door now, she would not mind- she had done a sort of tracking spell on him- she would sense and feel when his soul was near. Already, she could feel the brief bit of fear...

Briar sighed through stolen lips as she contemplated Roland. He was rather paranoid, though she couldn't exactly blame him. Quicker than a viper, her hand jerked out and gripped his wrist, her thumbing pressing into the veins on the underside until she could not only feel the quickened pulse...

After some time (she hadn't bothered to count), Briar and Roland would descend the stairs once more. Her gaze immediately went to Penny sitting at a table with a mug in hand. She pretended that she could not see the knowing look on her second's face as she turned her attention to the bandit on...

Briar pretended not to be relieved when Roland finally agreed to take the job. He mentioned a contract, and it was even harder not to grin as she turned to face him fully. "The contract for this job is not a piece of paper you sign with a quill... it is more permanent." she said, letting a...