Recent content by Jonathan Burr

Hob sat up and slid off Varys, arms folded. She glared at Persian. “Where is Jonathan?” She growled. “Detained. I’ve done what I can to stall Bram. But I also may have a solution for you. There is little point in training you, San’Seya. I had a long think about this.” Persian told him. “If you...

Hob couldn’t express in words how she felt to have Varys’ lips on hers again. Her men got into the stupidest situations, but gods she loved them both! Her heart swelled with Varys’ hands on her, the way he whispered to her. How he grasped her cheek and rubbed her tears away. She leaned into his...

Hob immediately threw off the covers and crossed the room in a few strides. She tackled Varys to the floor and kissed him, running her fingers through his hair. She’d been so worried! But gods, he was fine! He was alright! What had he been thinking? She sat up and slapped him, sharply. “Just...

Emelia stared at Varys coldly, hardly flinching as the plate rolled down the table toward her. She stood up silently, and eyed Persian. The slaver rose and bowed slightly to her. “If you would permit the use of Burr while he is here...? Forgive San’Seya, it has been less than a day. Pets usually...

Since when did Varys San’Seya know how to bite his tongue? Persian would have expected his old acquaintance to make the woman’s own shoelaces wind around her neck, not meekly deferred. Persian would have pardoned him from the action...were it not Emelia. He needed Volta. Volta meant steel and...

Persian was relieved Varys didn’t fight too hard, and rather glowered instead of making a scene. He’d have to reward him later. Pets in training usually didn’t have to put up with this, and those trained weren’t likely to act this poorly. Thankfully Varys was handling it gracefully. He reached...

Emelia eyed Varys, and looked to Persian. “Are you in the habit of letting pets dictate conversation, much less insult guests?” She asked, casually, as though inquiring about a lamp. If it bothered Persian, the man didn’t show it. “Varys. You’ve insulted our guest. You’ve lost seating...

Lytra watched the boy closely. He was young, and inexperienced. He wore that painfully obviously, but he wouldn’t be the first mage wet behind the ears to enter the University. He may have been one of the few ballsy enough to ask her for work. She watched his hand, making note of the gem, and...

“I’m well aware of the damage I’ve caused. Mostly, I want some of it mitigated. If it isn’t possible to relieve his suffering, he has asked I put him down in the gentlest way I can.” Persian said soberly. “I’ll send a team out in search of your Prism.” As they settled down to dinner, Bram’s...

Persian could tell he was disappointed, but he hid his own suspicions well. He sighed, and looked at Varys. “There are three hundred men, women, and children there. It was entirely accidental. The spell I used to bring one soul to a new body decided to pull everyone in the immediate vicinity...

“No magic is perfect.” Persian agreed, raising an eyebrow. “But you would stab your master in the spine like that? As far as I can tell he’s been a good man to you.” He regarded Varys suspiciously. “I’ll do my best to get you your prism, but I’m afraid you aren’t leaving Pedeo. I know all too...

Persian watched Varys carefully. So he had been in a relationship with the pooka. If Varys thought he could surprise him with that fact he was sorely mistaken. It was interesting, if nothing less, and he could see he was angering the boy. “That I can do.” He said simply. “Jonathan is a promising...

“Well then,” Persian approached Varys and simply...took the collar off as though it had been laying loosely around his throat. He set it on the coffee table. “You’ll have to wear that when you leave, but there’s really no point in here.” He sat down in a similar chair across the coffee table...

The elf flicked an ear and looked back at Varys, raising an eyebrow. “It was an arrangement, not incidental.” She said sharply. “Keep talking like that and you’ll get yourself gelded.” She lifted her nose in the air, and kept walking. They were looked at by passersby and their pets, who turned...

The pet nodded her head approvingly. She hadn’t wanted to call someone in to bash Varys about the head. Dealing with mages was always more difficult, but it was different than working with someone who was, oh, stronger than another slave. Strength didn’t need brains. The intelligent needed...