Recent content by Val Pirian

A humorous time, it had been, when Lord Tobias and Lady Henrietta Pirian had hesitantly presented their son with a new marriage arrangement. For a brief time, Val felt panic rise within him when they sat him down and explained that, now in his 30's, the time for him to settle down was long...

A courier arrives for Perrine Urahil carrying a parcel and a neatly folded letter. Within the parcel is an ornate, wooden box, filled with plenty of cushion to carry its contents. Nestled safely within is a beautiful crystal vial, filled with a strange, scintillating liquid that seems to glimmer...

"They certainly love their layered buildings here...can't say I blame them, they're quite something to look at," Val commented, gazing out at the sights before them. He was quite fond of being lavished in the fashion that Perrine had, such that he was beaming as he gently rubbed her hand...

Val stared at into Perrine's eyes a while, contemplating her claim. She was a healer, of course, and such bravery was admirable. Yet he felt a staunch protectiveness come over him; he didn't know if he could stand to watch her risk herself should such a life ever need saving. "Gods willing...

Perri considered the hypotheticals and weighed them against reality, shifting between humorous teasing and demure sincerity as naturally as the waves moved against the Storm's Grace. Val's eyes shone with a whimsy of his own, his hand stroking gently down his darling's golden locks before his...

"There is nothing more flattering, Perrine Urahil," he replied with a warm smile and a gentle squeeze of her arm. He stood after a fashion to gaze out at the scene his darling was soon to recreate. She began to speak of family matters, though ones that seemed to intertwine their parents. "Oh...

Sailors aboard the Storm's Grace used wooden poles to push the vessel away from the docks. The sails were deployed and quickly caught the winds, and before they all knew it the trip had begun. The ride was smooth as silk as the Grace skimmed across the water. Val stood astride Perri's chosen...

Perrine's jab ushered a small "oof" from Val, alongside a wide grin. "I beg to differ! I've not seen you in weeks, I don't believe I could start soon enough." Embarking onto the ship all seemed to be in order. A pair of Pirian Stormguard awaited them, standing at attention until Val gave them...

"And you've especially never traveled by Pirian ship. Our agricultural successes have lived by the efficiency of our fleets," Val chuckled as he began to traipse towards the Storm's Grace, arm in arm with Perrine. "Normally it would three or four days, but with the winds on our side we should...

When at last there was an inch of space to spare between them, Val was elated to look caringly into the eyes of the woman who had stolen his heart not so long ago. He was positively beaming as he held her cheek in his hand, then brushed some of the loose and messy locks of hair from her face and...

"Enthralled." That was the only word Percival could find to describe how he felt about Perrine in the weeks that followed their first meeting. He waited on baited breath for every letter she sent and felt his eyes dance across each looping letter she had written to him. Her art was equally...

Every moment that passed with the two entwined as they were was a gift, a divinely fulfilling sensation that left Val paradoxically satisfied and starving for more. How was it possible for Val to have needed something--no, someone--so badly and never known it? Perrine made it clear exactly how...

At first, Perrine's movements served to confirm what she'd stated earlier: she had never done this sort of thing before. She straddled him like she might straddle a sparring partner rather than a lover, and Val quirked a brow, curious as to what she might do next. Her expression, serious as it...

There was a long pause as Val looked Perrine over and contemplatively chewed his lower lip. His heart was pounding like a hammer. Denial was unbecoming of him, he knew...he was drawn to the look in her eye. "By all means," he husked, then leaned forward to whisper two simple words to Perrine...

No one did "playful" quite like Val Pirian, and being well spoken ran in the family. What helped most, however, is that Val had never in his life known what he wanted more than being with Perrine on this night. For that, his confidence bristled about him like electricity. "Oh there will be...