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Jas	By : awcoppelia Category: A through F > Forgotten Realms Views: 3207 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Took a long time to write thanks to holidays etc, and it still didn't come out quite right, but the next chapters have much more action, if you know what I mean and shouldn't be so hard to write. Its like I had to get this out of the way so later stuff makes sense, but I'm not the best with the instrospective parts.. Another thing I noticed is that my paragraph indents aren't carryng over for some reason, so I put a space between the paragraphs But anyways, here it is..
CHAPTER 9
It was one week before Drizzt's last Melee at the Academy, just one short week before Jas would have to endure yet another year without him. The first year he had spent alone had been the year before his own graduation. Just as he had been, Drizzt would have to spend that year in parts of the academy where he would be, for the most part, completely inaccessible. Jas had a feeling he was going to be spending more time than usual delivering notes and personal items to his three sisters in Arach-Tinilith once Drizzt was over there, hoping to bump into him, quite by accident, of course. It hadn't been too difficult to continue to meet him at Melee Magthere, since most of the patrols comprised of indentured graduates met at the pyramidical structure before departing and his mother didn't pay as much attention to his patrol schedule as she ought. They had merely shifted their normal activities to the secluded converted barn instead of the lounge. Jas thought he had gotten quite used to having the younger drow around, and would miss him, even with all his crazy notions and ideas, as well as his tendency to ignore him in favor of a book. Not that Jas didn't have a few peculiar notions of his own, what with the strange remembered but not remembered memories that came and went. Maybe that's why they got along, he mused, looking down at Drizzt, who was stretched out across the blanket covered hay with his head in Jas's lap and his nose in a book, not that he felt the other understood and he was sure Drizzt felt the same way about him. In Jas's case, though, it was more of a concrete problem. He had been true to his word on trying to voice those thoughts as they came, and although it was difficult - those wiggle worm thoughts flew by so quickly - he was successful in spitting out what he figured must be key words to Drizzt before they got away. However, the language was apparently not drow, and even when the younger drow could repeat it back to him verbatim, it still made no sense, even to Jas.
As he pondered this from his quite comfortable spot squashed between the old hay and the younger drow and continued to plait his own hair into Drizzt's, he decided it was all quite frustrating. He had finally thought he had a key to solving the puzzle of his memories, but seemed no closer to unraveling the mystery than he had when he first met Drizzt and felt that initial ripple of realization that he somehow remembered Drizzt. At one time, a few months ago, he had been frustrated enough to throw something, nothing big or dangerous, but his sudden flare of emotion and short but thorough cussing aimed at his own head earned him a knowing look from Drizzt. Before Jas could be defensive, the other drow had explained that he had felt that way many times, just not necessarily about the same things. ‘Annoying, isn't it', was what he had responded with, thinking the exact thing the younger drow had been thinking: You might feel somewhat similar but I don't think there's any way you could actually understand.
And the obsession that Jas had felt had not abated either. Although it was not as intense, nor as wholly consuming as it once was, it had not faded upon that initial release, nor upon getting to know the real Drizzt, as Jas had half suspected it would. And he could still no further explain it, nor explain the way he felt about Drizzt, anymore than he could a few years ago. He still couldn't even tell if the two things were even related. But he didn't want to think about that tonight, didn't want to get frustrated, it was a waste of time. He let his mind wander to the only other people he had evenly remotely liked as much as he liked Drizzt: his sisters. Since there were so many people and so many chores in the house he grew up in, he had often gotten stuck with watching a herd of very young girls and no way to really control them. So he had used a combination of bribery and flattery, telling each privately that they were his favorite sister, and were the most beautiful, smartest, etcetera, but keep it secret, and you can have my dessert… They always fell for it, and pretty soon he had them all competing for his attention, showering him with a restrained affection in an attempt to prove who the favorite was. They were so cute when they were young like that, still unsure of how to handle themselves, sometimes all charming mischief that had yet to turn into true conniving, sometimes bursting into angry tears at some slight that would need just a little cuddling to end them, as long as no one saw.
Later they would learn to control that, sooner than he would have liked, and turn it into a cold hate at whomever or whatever caused the initial insult. That's where the initial resemblance stopped. It was as if Drizzt had never quite reached that point, he still let himself get hurt. That naiveté brought forth a need to reassure him as he had his sisters, although there was no real gain, except that it satisfied that (need) he had to be with the younger drow. Not that he was slow in any way, he was the most intelligent person Jas had ever personally met; he was able to argue points in ways that would have never occurred to Jas, and he knew a little about any topic Jas could bring up, no matter how obscure. But he worried a lot, and not just about his own hurts, but about other people as well, much more than he should, since they didn't do anything for him. And that was Jas's answer to a lot of Drizzt's vexations, when the younger drow couldn't understand why the people around him did what they did - stop worrying about it, it's not our problem.
Drizzt worried anyways, and Jas let him ramble on about it; he figured the younger drow couldn't help it anymore than Jas could stop the memory flashes he often had. The strangest thing to him was although Drizzt spent a lot of energy worrying about things and people he ought not, he didn't seem to care one ounce about his own family. He didn't seem to care at all whether or not his house thrived, or even really survived. Jas couldn't imagine feeling that way anymore than he could see caring about whether or not a fellow classmate got himself removed from running, as had happened not too long ago to one of Drizzt‘s class. It was one thing to worry about it in order to prevent it happening to ones own self, but this wasn't what was bothering the younger drow. No, it was the whole incident itself, the fact that someone would use that as a solution to their immediate problem. And this from a drow who broke more rules than anyone else Jas knew. Drizzt could never pinpoint why bending one rule was different from another, and usually ended up concluding with a statement of ‘it's just wrong' and giving no answer at all for the rules he did ignore.
Jas, never one to let Drizzt stay too serious for long, had immediately adapted it, working the phrase into conversations where it would be least expected, trying to get a groan from Drizzt. After a few sulky looks, the younger drow started using the trick himself, often with much better results. Then Jas would have to tackle him, and one thing would usually lead to another, and there would be clothes all over the place. These were the things Jas liked so much about Drizzt, even without the underlying infatuation. Talking with Drizzt was certainly interesting, much more than listening to Tengen's endless gossip or the incessant plotting of the his sisters' daily competitions, but it was when his eyes lit up with mischievous humor and the fervent gazes they shared during their sexual explorations that kept Jas coming back again and again. It was almost scary the way he felt, as if the younger drow still had him in a breathtaking net. As he felt he had Drizzt in his, in his own way. Jas doubted anyone else was privilege to the facets of Drizzt that only came out when they were alone behind closed doors, those parts that dared to wonder, question, and even trust a little, letting himself occasionally fall asleep in the older drow's arms, not something that could necessarily be considered a wise move. But Jas treasured exactly those moments; he wouldn't dare mess with that, for fear of losing them. And when others would glance his way, wondering what he was doing, still hanging out with that oddball, or when Drizzt would relay one of his many insignificant run-ins with another student or master, Jas could only give a cagey grin, truly feeling as if he was privy to something special no one else could ever touch.
Drizzt shifted the book he was holding slightly. He wasn't really reading, hadn't been for a while, since Jas had first started braiding his hair again. His eyes kept trailing over the same paragraph as he gave in a bit to the electrifying feeling of the older drow's hands gently tugging his hair. He could tell Jas was staring at him again, most likely with that faint dreamlike expression on his face. He wondered what he could be thinking about. From Drizzt's perspective, although he didn't feel Jas understood him, not on a deep level at least, it was nice to have someone he could talk to, on just about anything he wanted, without shocked looks or being told what he was saying wasn't acceptable, or worse: 'blasphemous'. Of course, half the time he got the feeling the older drow wasn't really listening, just waiting until he got it all out of his system so they could get on with the fun parts. When he cornered Jas, trying to get him to take a stance on something or another, the other drow would try to evade with replies such as 'it doesn't really apply to me', 'you worry too much', or in the cases where Drizzt was being particularly being passionate about a topic and wanted an explanation Jas just couldn't provide, 'I'm only three years older than you, and you're twice as smart, how in the Abyss should I know?' But there were times when he could tell Jas did listen, at least occasionally, going so far as to try to answer Drizzt's viewpoints with some of his own perspective on things. Sometimes it could be expressed quite simply, such as 'you're worrying too much again about things that you can't change again.' Sometimes, though, it would go deeper that, and he'd throw out something Drizzt hadn't really considered, such as the time the older drow suggested that perhaps Drizzt wasn't particularly loyal to his family because his family really hadn't offered him anything to be loyal to. Jas enjoyed the benefits of a rather close knit family group, for a drow, chaotically a direct result of being a member of such a new house. Whereas Drizzt, while growing up, only saw drow his own age or younger from a distant every once in a while, never interacted with them, certainly not on a day to day basis, and he couldn't even picture living with that many people in what amounted to approximately two thousand square feet or so of living space. He was certainly not included in any house activities or decisions.
And then there was the still constant unexplainable attachment he held for the younger drow, apparent even now. Drizzt couldn't help but be flattered by the attention, and Jas was capable of creating some wondrous, yet somewhat overwhelming, sensations when he sensed Drizzt was in just the right mood. He had even come to trust the older drow, just a little, since he had yet to ferret out any ulterior motive for the attention. Their bout had had no lasting consequences on Jas's ranking in his own class; he still finished at the top of his class. It'd been too long now to think that there was any kind of plot behind it, Jas didn't have the patience nor the ability to keep quiet about something that long. Not that he was fooled into thinking Jas would put him ahead of his own ambitions or family, it just wasn't an issue since their house had never crossed paths. Furthermore, it wasn't very likely to become an issue as the gulf between their respective houses was not a narrow one, and their respective age difference was just enough that the likelihood of them ever coming into direct competition again was very low.
Then there was the icing on the proverbial cake, the place where all their various conversations or confrontations inevitably wound up, no matter how unlikely it seemed from the start. It certainly wasn't something they set out to do, never purposefully. Although he was still a bit shy about it all, even after all this time, a point Jas loved to tease him about, Drizzt secretly looked forward to that point in their conversations when Jas's eyes gave away the fact his mind was straying from whatever topic it was they were on, and on to more interesting things. After a couple of chats with the older drow, in which Drizzt had taken twice as long to summarize something in a book he had read as it had taken him to read it, Jas had teasingly accused him of making up stuff to talk about just so he could bore him into having sex. Although was Drizzt was shy, Jas was quite brazen, but not in an aggressive way, really. More in manner that he couldn't control himself, he just wanted to get as close to Drizzt as was possible. He'd wait for just the right moment and then drop a verbal hint or a not-so-subtle touch, then watch as it sunk in, grew roots like a slow growing parasitic fungus, blooming into a sparkling desire, then he would pounce.
They had progressed, oh so slowly, through their quite thorough exploration of one another, all the nuances of their bodies, what exactly could be done with each part, and what brought the best end results for both. Being inexperienced actually turned out to be a rather good thing, since it meant they got to discover together without worry over whether it was the proper way or not. And Drizzt had been in a rather good mood lately, which leant even more energy to their play, although lately the younger drow was a bit too restless, and Jas was about to find out just how restless he truly was.
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