Recent content by Leander Urahil

Forging bonds at the Academy was rare. Initiates were never explicitly told not to trust one another or make friends. Little groups would form, but all groups were centered on a foundation of strength and begrudging respect. Surely no one had thought one another to be friends, but they had...

Leander was more than happy to tune out Thraah as she spoke of the disgusting cockle or doodle or whatever it was that she liked to eat. Leander had far more refined tastes, and he was certain Perri also had such refined tastes. He almost choked on his sip of the red wine as Perri not only...

Ivan had a point. In truth, Leander had learned a long time that silence held a particular sort of power. He was always more afraid of his father when he was silent, the same went for Felix and Amell. Silence was uncontrollable and indomitable, if one thought about it deeply, it was like the...

Leander moved to the table, sitting once more beside Ivan. Although perhaps that wasn’t the best idea as that meant he had to answer the questions that Ivan had whispered to him before they had left their originally seats. Leander would have preferred to be a guard but he supposed his cousin...

Leander was about to play further into his remark about the women in Dornoch but Proctor Urahil began speaking. Whether or not she was his cousin, Leander didn’t dare speak. Years at the Academy and their brutal punishments couldn’t so easily be tossed to the wind after two and a half years...

“She wants to know what kind of red wine,” Leander said to Ivan as he was sitting right next to him. After the dance, which perhaps should have humbled Leander but didn’t, much to no one’s surprise, Leander had forgiven his friend without having to say anything at all. Clearly it had been...

He followed her, keeping a good distance between them (at least two steps so she wouldn’t feel like he was trying to rush her but Leander had learned that all Academy girls walked with intention.) When Leander entered into the room, he looked about it with mild disinterest. It was a empty...

Her question came as a surprise, making Leander suspicious. Lumen wanting to get drunk? Something about Lumen and the word drunk didn’t seem to mix, like water and oil. But was Leander going to possibly pass down the chance to getting some wine— even the cheap stuff would be something he would...

Perhaps he had preferred her pointing out his iniquities, for his smile fell as he realized she was being quite genuine. Imagine that, a Pirian sympathizing with a Urahil— and not just any Urahil, but one who planned to follow in his brutal, bloody birthright. He had been left wide open as...

“For as long as I like and then some.” Leander said haughtily. If Lumen thought she could just sit this out, well, she would be sorely mistaken. “It doesn’t even tire me out.” It would give him a headache if he had to focus on other things while employing this dome but he wasn’t going to tell...

He felt the chill in the air that hadn’t been there before. Leander always ran hot and gooseflesh appeared on his forearms. He always hated it when others used their magic as the first move for anything, offense, defense, it didn’t matter. His brows lowered over his eyes and faster than one...

He hadn’t expected that. The surprise was clear as day on his face, eyes wide and brows high and mouth slightly agape. She should have argued with him more. Kristen should have told him how he was wrong and all her romantic ideas about marriage and family. She should have called him a pig...

Women like Lumen could be so… irritating. Leander didn’t looked back at her as she first insulted him to then “thank” him, but even that felt sarcastic. He knew she was being upset, but there was a part of him that felt foolish to opening up to her. Grief. Dreadlords didn’t feel grief. Would...

“Yeah those are good words for you to live by, Pirian.” Now there was a hint of an edge in his voice. Something about this conversation was almost feeling like a lecture. He took a deep breath, a long sigh of exasperation the product of it. Leander took one— sunburnt— hand and ran it through his...

“Yes.” Leander said simply and without pause. “Not in the way you have.” He didn’t much care if the people he slept with died. They were expendable. Sex was just a physical desire that made him feel good. At the end of the day, it was more of a transaction for him, a mutual understanding of...