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Jas	By : awcoppelia Category: A through F > Forgotten Realms Views: 3207 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Going to drills and training practices, especially those dealing with advanced focal and energy augmentation helped distract Jas from what was quickly becoming another obsession of his, but only a little. He had no idea why, either, no more than he did that first night he had met Drizzt Do'Urden. The younger student certainly hadn't done anything special to warrant his attention. Sure, he had heard the rumors about this one's prowess, but being a fifth year student, and Jas a ninth, higher ranking noble or no, he was no rival of Jas‘s. He had no words to describe what he was feeling, and even if he did, no one to relate them to. There was no way he could talk to Tengen, the only person he really considered anything more than a passing acquaintance; he couldn't keep his mouth shut even if you paid him.
At first, he was resolved not to go anywhere near Do'Urden, so as not to fuel his distraction even more, but that crumbled as quickly as his earlier resolve with the pipeweed. Jas knew just where to find him, as well, back in the little alcove, reading as always. He seemed especially fond of books on other species found in the Underdark. Drizzt's reading didn't deter Jas from plopping down beside him on the long low couch where the younger student usually positioned himself, sitting as close as possible without actually touching him. He'd interrupt the other drow's reading long enough to perform the conventional small talk, then he'd let Drizzt resume his activity, spending the next hour or so trying not to let Drizzt catch him staring. At first Jas tried to figure out some quick excuses for his being there, as well as some type of enterprise he could do while actually there, but since Drizzt seemed fairly oblivious to his presence anyways, he let that fade.
Sometimes, the couch would already be occupied, and Drizzt would instead be found in one of the single seater chairs instead. On those nights, Jas drug up a chair of his own, and instead of letting the other drow go back to his reading as was usual, Jas would talk. He didn't have any thing really to say, but thanks to being forced to listen to Tengen for so many years now, he found could effectively babble about nothing if he was in the right frame of mind. If Drizzt was absent from the room altogether Jas would find some excuse to take lunch an hour earlier so he could catch Drizzt right at the end of the fifth year student's half hour lunch. The first time he had done this, Drizzt had seemed somewhat surprised, but had not said anything, and now seemed to assume he had a good reason to be there other than outright stalking the younger student.
Others were starting to notice his attention in Drizzt as well, Tengen included. Although it wasn't unusual for students to occasionally form miniature conspiracies amongst each other or even temporary alliances, for those who thought they were acquainted with both agreed that this union seemed to have nothing conclusive to offer. Even though Drizzt was younger, it was argued that Drizzt didn't need any one for protection, none that could stand against his amazing abilities. Furthermore, the rumor mongers decided, Jas didn't need Drizzt either. It wasn't as if the young Do'Urden was the first on anyone's list of accessible hatchet men. He tended to keep to very much to himself, , unapproachable, rejecting anyone's attempts to associate with him.
Tengen, never one to keep a secret, made sure to inform Jas of each and every gory detail of the rumors, most likely with a few extra details the older student threw in for spice. Although there were a few absolutely outrageous tales, most of the idle chatter had now turned to speculation on whether something was happening between the two nobles houses, something that might draw the two together out of obligation. Jas, still not having an explanation of his own for his behavior, let it slide to Tengen that it might just be possible. He knew it'd get out to the right people soon enough, and then maybe he wouldn't have to hear any more of Tengen's gossip reports. The explanation sounded good enough for him, and Drizzt had seemed completely impervious to any of the previous rumors flying about, so he wasn‘t worried about being questioned. Not too long ago, Jas had tried to subtly ask Drizzt if he had heard anything, but the younger drow pretty much denied having heard rumors of any sort, much less prattle about the two of them particularly and had quickly gone back to his book.
This tended to be the way of most of their conversations, with Jas doing most of the talking and Drizzt impatient to get back to his book. The younger student was never rude, nor did he show any sign that he was bothered by Jas's presence, he just didn't seem that interested in socializing. And Jas knew no more about him than he had from the beginning, not really. That had just served to heighten the older drow's interest, rather than diminishing the obsession that Jas had hoped would have faded by now. Indeed, the infatuation had not faded, although it was becoming more of a familiar companion, a habit, almost. Furthermore, he couldn't tell if Drizzt was purposely ignoring him or just oblivious to Jas's clumsy attempts to get closer, to break through that shell somehow.
He was getting tired of waiting, too, tired of waiting for Drizzt to give him any kind of acknowledgement, good or bad. He didn't want to just stare at him, or babble at him about nothing. Jas wanted to, well, to.. He couldn't figure out exactly what it was he wanted to do, in actuality. He sat on the low sofa, watching Drizzt reading, three days before the Grand Melee, strolling down that mental maze over and over, wondering again how Drizzt could not notice him staring. He looked at the way the younger drow was sitting, propped in the corner where the back of the sofa met the arm rest, head leaning against the back, tilted to one side. Jas noticed the ends of his hair were splayed across the back of the sofa cushion, captured by static electricity. Almost subconsciously, he leaned over just a bit, carefully twirling the end of one strand, looking up at Drizzt to see if that got any reaction at all.
Nothing. Drizzt continued to read, turning a page idly. Emboldened by the lack of negative reaction, he gathered three tiny strands of the other drow's hair, and quickly wove a simple little braid right at the ends. Oh, he enjoyed that! Although it was just a tiny bit of hair, it was the first time he had dared to actually touch the object of his preoccupation. As a small bonus, this time he did get a reaction. He looked up to see Drizzt looking back at him, with a mildly puzzled look. The younger student blinked a few times, and Jas, still intoxicated from stealing a touch, and wanting nothing more than another chance to do it again, just gave the puzzled drow a cheesy little grin. Right then, another student entered the room and settled down in the opposite corner of the room to clean his boots, of all things, in the faintly lit little room. Jas sat back away from Drizzt just enough as to not give anyone anything to talk about, and glanced up at Drizzt again. Drizzt was untangling the ends of his hair from the impromptu braid Jas had woven.
"Do you often go about braiding people's hair?" Drizzt inquired, one eyebrow raised.
Jas was reminded about the long line of heads that awaited him every morning on Narbondel's slow rise, before he had come to the Academy, and giggled.
"Actually, yes, I have sixteen sisters! That's all I got done some days.." Jas replied
"Yuck," Drizzt grimaced after a short pause, "How can you stand it? All those girls bossing your around all the time.." He shook his head as if to clear a rather bad image.
"Well, they're not all old enough to boss me around, yet, and they've got each other to boss around too. But, if you think that's bad, imagine living it in just eight trifling little rooms!"
"No, no, I will not imagine that! I'd have nightmares for weeks!"
Jas laughed, and then smiled, with a dopey grin. It was the most Drizzt had ever said to him in a single sitting, and he was floating on air. He wasn't going to have nightmares tonight, that was for sure.

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It was the night before the Grand Melee, and Jas probably should have been in bed resting for the next day. But he didn't care, it wasn't going to be very exciting this year with no one to challenge him, anyways. Since Drizzt apparently felt the same, he was in one of the single seater chairs in the middle of the room, a new tome in his hands, Jas joined him as always and perched in the chair next to him. After a few attempts at getting Drizzt to talk to him, emboldened by his success of a few days earlier, it was unfortunately apparent that the younger drow was not in the mood to chat.
So Jas regarded him, contented with watching, for now. He wished the other two students huddled in whispered conversation on the sofa where Drizzt normally settled would leave. Jas thought it rather silly for them to be making their melee plots here, didn't they know people talked? Or maybe that was the whole idea, try to get rumors spread and then perform the exact opposite of the tales.
Jas grew tired of musing about the other students' stupidity, or possible lack thereof, just in time for the subjects of his stray train of thought to finally take their leave. He watched them go, winking at the one student who caught his eye on the way out, giving the student something to think about. Then he glanced back at Drizzt.
Drizzt, although still holding the book in his lap, was dozing lightly. Jas didn't think for a minute that the younger student wasn't alert, even relaxed as he was, but it didn't stop Jas from seizing the presented opportunity. He quietly stood up and padded over to the chair where Drizzt was dozing, slipping behind it, where the younger drow's silky white hair was cascading over the back of the chair. He buried his hands in the white fall of hair, expertly separating five thick strands of hair and pulling them into the start of a loose weave, enjoying the sensation of the silk brushing against his palms and slipping through his fingers.
Drizzt stirred lightly and mumbled, "You're braiding my hair again."
Jas leaned over and whispered in one pointed ear, "Now who's being the obvious one now, purple eyes?" not breaking his rhythm for a even a moment.
Drizzt just sighed and settled back into the chair's deep back, letting himself relax once more. It really wasn't a bad sensation, in truth it was rather soothing, and knowing Jas's history with his sisters' hair made it less of an unusual behavior. Pretty soon the younger drow was dozing once more, as Jas finished off the multi-strand weave in an elaborate little knot of hair. Without actually taking his hands completely from the other's hair, Jas managed to slip around to the front of the chair without disturbing the dozing drow. He looked down at Drizzt's rather handsome young face for a little while, then on a very impulsive little whim, he climbed up in the chair, straddling him, digging his fingers into the hair on either side of the other drow's ears.
Drizzt's eyes sprang open, startled. Gazing right into Jas's eyes, he opened his mouth to speak, but never got the chance. Jas caught him with lips still parted, kissing his gently, tenderly, as if he was afraid the other drow would disappear like a mere illusion. Drizzt froze, not moving, and Jas, not allowing himself to think, even for a moment, what he was doing exactly, only deepened the kiss, tongue lightly brushing the younger drow's still parted lips. He didn't care that Drizzt wasn't moving, not even an inch, and certainly not returning the kiss, he was in absolutely euphoric, lost in the sensation of finally, finally getting to do what he wanted, but had not been able to articulate.
All of a sudden, both students heard someone coming down the hall, someone who was not making any appearances of stealth. That meant the source of the noise was probably a master, coming to ensure no one stayed up past curfew this important night. Both drow immediately jumped up and ran for the door, splitting up outside the portal and quickly, quietly running down the hall in opposite directions. Once he was fairly sure he was out of range of possible detection, he practically skipped down the hall to his bunkroom, adrenaline, along with other things, pumping full blast.
He thought that there was absolutely no way he would be able to sleep tonight, melee or no, he felt he could fly all the way to the surface, sun be damned, nothing could touch his good mood tonight. He didn't even care what Drizzt was thinking right about now, that one kiss could last a lifetime, he thought. Once he was in his bunk, however, he fell right to sleep for the first time in weeks, obsession finally satiated, at least for one wonderful night.
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