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thespacelizard · 2 years ago

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For Want of Attention

Tags: original drow characters, D/s dynamics, teacher-student relationship, master/apprentice, anal sex, attention-seeking, jealousy, restraint, possessive!Rizeth, Master won't pay attention to me? I will simply act out until I get what I want!

Summary: Rizeth has not called Ashenivir to service since he returned to the Arcanum. Ashenivir is growing more and more frustrated with the lack of attention, though nothing he does seems to affect his Master at all—even his attempts at inciting jealousy by returning to previous partners appear fruitless.

What is going on? Why won’t Rizeth touch him? What did he do wrong to deserve such cruel punishment?

The only thing Ashenivir does know for certain is that he is going to get his Master’s attention again. No matter what it takes.

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“Oh, you really are here!” Yevena handed him the note, beaming. The dining hall rang with its usual dinnertime cacophony, so that she had to raise her voice awkwardly to be heard. “I mean, of course you are, for me to have a note for you, right? But I haven’t had any messages for you for months, I thought you’d left the Arcanum.”

“It was just a family trip,” Ashenivir said. He tried not to get his hopes up as he unfolded the note. Almost a month he’d been back, and Master Velkon’yss had summoned him only twice, both times for tutoring. Maybe he’d been foolish, thinking they’d return right away to how things had been, but after that first day back…

“Um, it’s nice to see you again.” Yevena bounced on the balls of her feet, fiddling with the strap of her satchel. “Are you staying long?”

“Until I graduate.”

Neat, slanting handwriting; his heart leapt—then at once sank. Attend at your earliest convenience. Ashenivir sighed. More studying.

“Don’t you have other messages to deliver, Miss Yevena?” Keszriin asked pointedly. Yevena stopped bobbing in place and ducked her head.

“I…um…yes, of course. See you later, maybe!”

She darted away between the long tables and Keszriin pulled a face after her. “You’d think she’d give up.”

“She might, if Shen ever actually told her he’s the gayest thing in the Underdark,” Pellanue said grinning. Ashenivir didn’t rise to the teasing. He just stared at the note as if he could will the words to change if he wanted it badly enough.

“What did she bring you, anyway? Don’t tell me that’s Master Velkon’yss bothering you already.” Keszriin made to snatch the note from him, but he crumpled it into his palm and held it away, which didn’t stop her; she stretched up over him, making him lean back so far he almost fell off his chair. “You’ve been back five minutes, can’t he wait a little longer to kidnap you?”

“I missed six months of study,” Ashenivir protested, trying to fend her off as she pawed at the hand fisted around the note. “I need to catch up.”

“Oh please, you were years ahead of the rest of us before you left.” Pella flicked a gust cantrip at him that made his eyes water and distracted him long enough for Keszriin to prise his fingers open. She flicked her eyes over the note, huffing in annoyed vindication when she saw it was, indeed, from Master Velkon’yss. She crumpled it back up and tossed it at Ashenivir’s head.

“This better not mean you’re going to try and skip out on dinner tomorrow.” She dropped back into her chair and fluffed her snowy waves back into place. “You swore you were coming.”

“I am.” Earliest convenience. Now, then. What else did he have to do that couldn’t wait? “I’ll just see what I’m needed for tonight, though. I did ask him to start tutoring me again.”

“You asked him—Ashenivir!” Keszriin slapped his arm with a cantrip, scattering frost up his sleeve. “Goddess’ sake, you need to get over this infatuation!”

“For the thousandth time, I am not infatuated with him!”