be discreet

[msmage]

It's not much later, in Isabella's room, that she asks:

"So... is Alex really a dom?"

Comments

[eclipsi]

"You're welcome, lovely." Pet pet.

[mrmage]

With Alex gone and Jackson more-or-less sorted out (he manages to recover the ability to sit the following day), Sadde starts actually socialising with other people. The week is mostly uneventful, and he and Isabella settle on a routine, seeing each other every day, eating together sometimes, going to class and, in Sadde's case, work, and practicing their magic.

[alicornucopia]

A couple weeks into the new semiquarter... Jackson continues to demonstrate the ability to sit, in chairs even, but he looks pale and distant.

[mrmage]

Well. Sadde guesses he'll go check on him, then. He takes a seat with him after grabbing food. "Hello."

[alicornucopia]

"Hi."

[mrmage]

He eats a bit before asking, "How're you?"

[alicornucopia]

Shrug. "I'm all right." Pause. "I don't need to go to the health center, even you wouldn't think I need to go to the health center."

[mrmage]

He sighs. "Wouldn't I. What would I think instead, then."

[alicornucopia]

"I don't know."

[mrmage]

"Well, why don't you tell me what prompted you to expect me not to think you needed to go to the health center?" he suggests.

[alicornucopia]

"I'm not injured?"

[mrmage]

"And what are you, if not injured?"

[alicornucopia]

"I'm all right, I said."

[mrmage]

"Mmhm." Om nom nom. Ponder. "And yet you sought to reassure me that you didn't need to go to the health center, when I had not brought it up."

[alicornucopia]

"I sort of figured that was why you were sitting here?"

[mrmage]

"Hmm. Well, you do look a bit pale, and you have this look in your eye."

[alicornucopia]

"A look in my eye?"

[mrmage]

"Yeah. Kinda distant, kinda 'not in Cloud Nine,' which is a change from recently."

[alicornucopia]

"Oh." Jackson looks away.

[mrmage]

Sadde keeps looking at Jackson.

[alicornucopia]

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

[mrmage]

"Waiting to see if you'll tell me what's wrong of your own volition."

[alicornucopia]

Sigh.

"Master got a new toy and I don't really like it."

[mrmage]

"And... you didn't tell him you don't like it, I presume."

[alicornucopia]

"...Sort of?"