Recent content by Gella Rerra

Gella let out a snort, quite an indignant one at that. "Will you? Lovely. I'd hate for all of this--" He waved his hands carelessly around the Hag's Head, "--To fall apart because you can't control your temper." Rerra hadn't forgotten how they'd met, Lea storming into the tavern with a head...

Gella was touched, or rather he was as touched as he knew how to be. Still, there was a bit of worry on his face, his eyes focused on the ceiling as he let his fork hang loosely from his lips. The Old Man hadn't approved of Leandra. He'd told Gella as much the day she'd stormed in and almost...

Gella's misery at the thought of a sudden meeting with the Old Man was momentarily interrupted by a plate of hot food placed in front of him. At first, his already angry expression knit tighter into one of confusion. Slowly, his harsh gaze followed the arm up to the person who had delivered the...

Rerra didn't try to stop Leandra as she broke away, instead slinking into the comfortable, cushioned seat at the table reserved for the Emerald leadership in the upper-right corner of the room, slacking back against the padding of the chair and releasing all the air in his lungs at once. Who...

Yet again, this woman found ways to worm her way under his skin like nobody before her. If they hadn't just indulged in each other for the better part of an hour, if the look on her face didn't still make his stomach feel lighter than air, it would have disgusted him how easily she did it. "I...

And already, her first breach of decorum under his command. The crowd had dispersed, his address was done, and he'd told her everything he wanted her to hear for the time being. That was her cue to leave him the hell alone and go do whatever the hell she kept herself busy doing when she wasn't...

Perhaps there was some part of Gella who was still convinced that this was some dream borne of wine, or that it was an elaborate ruse to undermine him. It was difficult to root out such deep-seated paranoia, after all, especially when it was baked into his mind from such a young age. That being...

Niamh would encounter only minimal trouble with Gella's emeralds. This was no loosely bound gang that only begrudgingly adhered to a leader. No, these men were loyal to Gella, because they knew exactly what the half-elf was capable of should they dare turn on him. Even those few who moved to...

For the first time since he'd formed the Emeralds, Gella would miss the morning breakfast meeting downstairs. The puzzlement of those serving him as they looked between one another for some answer as to where he'd gone was lost to him-- The only concern that Rerra had now was the naked woman...

Leandra certainly wasn't the only one confused. Even as Gella sat against the headboard, he wore a puzzled expression, though he almost seemed more confused by his own actions and words than by hers. In truth, he'd expected to feel exactly as she described. Once the alcohol had left his system...

Cold. Though his body was still covered, the empty space that Leandra left behind felt frigid and lifeless. Gella's eyes followed Marin with a mixture of confusion and frustration, muted and muffled behind the sleepy expression he still wore. She was leaving? After what had happened, she was...

Even after Gella woke, he did not open his eyes for some time. He didn't feel rested or refreshed and certainly not ready to tackle the day that waited ahead of him. Perhaps it was the hangover that caused his head to throb with every beat of his heart, but the half-elf knew that the far more...

It would have been so much easier if she backed down at his touch if she shied away and vanished until Gella could collect himself and quell this fire that was building underneath his skin. Whatever this feeling was, it was a lack of control unlike any he'd felt before. He was not losing his...

There was some nagging voice in the back of the crime lord's head that still insisted on this being a trap, a coy and callous way to get under his skin and usurp all of the power and control that he'd worked so hard to attain ever since he'd given this place its name. That same voice was the one...

She wasn't stopping. Why the fuck wasn't she stopping? Gella already didn't know how to deal with this situation, with the sensations shooting through every muscle in his body every time her tongue slid against his own, every time she pushed her body closer to his. It was new, it was horrifying...