Recent content by Petrus Ritus Iskandar

Petrus watched the woman before him become lost in reverie, to sink into the emotions he strained to allow her to feel in the wake of the blight that gnawed at her while also being so intrinsic to her being as to be nearly inseparable. As the tear rolled down her cheek he felt something he had...

Petrus's expression hardened just a bit into something.... disapproving when Elinyra mentioned that this Fae threat was dead. She could have stood to mention such a thing but now? Now he felt like a fool, and he did not allow others to make a fool of him. However, as she placed her hand in his...

Petrus would finish his coffee with a heavy sigh and then pause at Elinyra's question. Seemingly confused as he arched a brow and asked in turn. "Proposing?" Seeming to answer his own question mentally he shook his head and set the cup down slowly. "I am not proposing anything, Elinyra...

Petrus took Pneria every step of the way to her new quarters, allowing her to luxuriate in her newfound authority as well as the sheer comfort and splendor that came with being a woman to be respected and feared. Once she was brought to her new chambers Petrus would give her a nod and rumble...

As Pneria's grip upon the cloth relented, as SHE relented, he would slowly move one of his hands to the hand that had so guardedly gripped the cloth just a moment ago. A low, slow, warm squeeze was given as his hand engulfed hers. Perhaps surprising for Pneria his palms were not soft, were not...

Petrus would take in the Empress-Regent's shift in tactics appropriately. She was vain, but not so vein as to attempt to capitalize on his feigned interest, but it had certainly made her more bold in her assertions. Stepping over to his own chair he would slowly pull it from the table and seat...

As Feyrith stepped away after urging the sergeant in earnest to loose another volley at the dying creature it was a volley that never came. The demon would expend the last of it's life and, not a few moments later, a human just a hair taller than Feyrith would seem to just appear beside her. Not...

Petrus would listen to Elinyra's story with a sort of stone-faced sobriety. Idly sipping his own coffee, black as night, on occasion before she finished her tale. He did not disrespect her by interjecting or interrupting, her story was her own to tell, and it was only when she pointedly asked...

Petrus would arch a brow at Pneria in much the same manner as someone might look at a child for screaming a curse word in public. Derision, reprimand and correction perfectly displayed in one simple motion as Pneria slowly stood and he would gaze down at her with raw, unfettered authority. The...

Petrus would wait as Elinyra carried her daughter to the hammock, busying himself with slicing a piece of cheese to consume before raising his amber-eyed gaze back to the not-quite-elven woman as she returned. Now, it seemed, was Elinyra's turn to become lost in her own thoughts. Under normal...

Petrus allowed Pneria to extricate herself from his grasp. Even the slow, painstaking effort she took in her movements showed how her demeanor had changed. With his hands moving away he instead laced them behind his back and watched her casually. The most prized horses, the fiercest guard...

Petrus would watch this otherwise beautiful, if odd, woman begin to heat the coffee. The insinuation that he was any sort of friend earning a slow, stoic nod from him in turn. It was not an expression of true acceptance, not really, but more tacit approval that he would share the drink with her...

Indeed sixty years was a significant part of a human's lifespan. Much more than Petrus showed in his features despite being undoubtedly older. Whether Elinyra truly recognized the disparity though, well, that was entirely up to her. At her surprised gaping and, even more-so, her laugh Petrus...

Petrus would consider Elinyra's question before giving her a pointed look. Only to remark dryly after bending the spoon back into shape and procuring another dollop of the pudding for Fielynn. "How long have I practiced? It is quite rude to ask a man his age you know?" He was not truly...

What Alicia- no, what Pneria could not parse in the moment, but could feel, was that the contract did indeed contain chains and trappings. But none contained in the words written therein beyond what the law would enforce. No the chains this contract wielded were exactly that it was too good to...