do you know where the wild things go

Fleur: Oh, it's fine. I didn't really do anything

arlo: you did more than you know

Violet smiled at the submissive, “I like coffee weak, with milk and one sugar. Thank you, Esteban.”

“I’m not certain we can be friends anymore,” Esteban quipped, but still flashed a small smile to at least let the Dominant know he was joking. He ordered her a weaker blend, himself an espresso, and after fixing the coffee to her liking, handed it off, motioning towards a seat. “Despite your abomination of a coffee order, I actually enjoy your company, Ms. Van Kemp.”

“god i love cupcakes so much…” she giggled as she stood up, slipping her things into her bag. “yes lets go see if we can find some!”

“Wouldn’t that be amazing? Or at least a map so you could try to figure it out on your own. Or maybe some signs around that points you in the right direction?” Rylee thought outlaid, glancing around to see if maybe she just missed the signs. “I mean, eventually, I’ll find it, right?”

“Signs with classroom numbers, at least, so you know where you’re doing. They do it that way in hotels.” Kennedy couldn’t have agreed more; as a new student himself, he was finding the expansiveness of the academy to be confusing, to say the least. “But I’ve not got class for another hour, so I can help you first?”

‘ okay so we take each others teacher affairs to the grave, okay? i’m planning on being mr onyx’s real claim when i graduate so i need this to go quietly. ’

“Well yeah, i guess you’re right.” Minjae chuckled while shaking his head. “Sex really isn’t all that great, so I guess I’m not really missing out on much. You catch my drift?”

Sex really isn’t all that great. Kennedy’s eyebrows shot up at the statement and then furrowed in amused confusion. “Ah... you’re... asexual? Is that the drift? Nothing to be ashamed of there. Shout it loud, mate.”

‘ oh my god, that sounds incredible. ’ she gushed for her friend. ‘ you can’t tell anyone you don’t trust though, okay? ’

she listened intently. ‘ english lit, huh? ’ she mused. ‘ that sounds nice…cute. how did you end up with him? ’ she mused curiously. ‘ are you like…a promise claim or? ’

“We can’t say no to faculty punishments though,” Chris pointed out. “Which is bullshit because I feel like it’s the faculty that goes trigger-happy more than the students do.”

“But if it goes too far,” Kennedy qualified, “we can go to Ms. Crawly. And I don’t know, but it seems like she’d be pretty pissed about it, you know?”

‘ boys here are boring…the teachers are amazing…like the vice principal? he’s…seasoned, you know? he’s like forty and smart and sexy and it’s been a lot of fun. ’ she flushed, ‘ tell me yours. ’ she insisted.

“Just say it.” Dante was growing impatient with the male. Regardless of what was plaguing August’s mind, he wanted to hear it, whether he’d enjoy it or not. His feelings for him had not changed, though he had tried very hard to push them away, and to push him away, but being around him again and seeing him in such a vulnerable state made him realize how weak he still was for him.

“Belittlement? I’m just asking you what’s wrong! How is that belittling?” he lashed out, his face contorting into a scowl. This was becoming more and more frustrating. Alright, maybe he did plan on yelling at him, but he hadn’t done so yet, and he didn’t want to either while August was this upset. Much to his confusion, he also hated the fact that August was calling him Sir. It was strange, because he didn’t let any other submissive call him by his name, and he frankly enjoyed being called Sir when he made out with the Professor, but right now it just made him feel so distant from the other. Not like they were ever close, but still…

“Dante. I told you to call me by name,” he reminded him, referring to their awkward first encounter. It was a mistake at the time, but he never corrected it… and now he didn’t want to correct it anymore either. The male took another step forward, his dark eyes meeting August’s blue ones. “You can’t just refuse me. Tell me what’s wrong, August. Right now,” he insisted, his tone of voice firm and strict. Reluctantly, he lifted his hand to cup the male’s face, his thumb gently brushing against his tear-stained cheek. The same gesture had put him at ease when Miss Valentine did it to him, hopefully it would do the same for August. His expression softened slightly, gazing into those sad eyes, “You still belong to me,” he whispered. “Whether you like it or not.”

Just say it. And there it was, that frustration and impatience bubbling to the surface again as though it was just meant for him. August’s face twisting out of shape briefly as though gut-punched, only to flinch at Dante’s small outburst. “You aren’t listening,” August said in response. “I’m trying not to give you the opportunity right now. But look at you, taking it anyway. I can’t handle you... raising your voice, or snapping. Or losing your temper. I’m hurting, and you won’t make it better.”

Maybe Dante was just incapable of doing so. August’s eyes closed as he wearily and responded, breathy, “Dante. Of course.” He was already exhausted. His defenses were so far down now, and August was at a stand still as to how to bring them back up. He despised what he was becoming here, and he could do nothing to stop it. And then, Dante touched him. August’s eyes opened again, finding the Dominant’s, and it was clear. August had to be more direct.

Dante wasn’t going to leave the conversation until August’s words were entirely unambiguous. The submissive let out a breath through his nose, tears beat down against Dante’s hand. “I’m aware,” he said, low, shakily, “that I belong to you. Which... is precisely why I told you that. In your response, you reminded me that I was too far gone. Which I am.”

August’s voice wavered more at the final few words and he choked on a sob, drawing away from Dante’s hands. He stepped free from the Dominant’s path, a hand swiping over his face to clear away tears, but they were still coming. “I don’t even know why you’re here, unless it’s to berate me more. Not to worry, Dante, I’ve already said more to myself than you can imagine. I’ve done the hard work for you. A good Dominant knows when a submissive is at his breaking point, and I am beyond it. Now please. Leave. Before you say something else cruel before you can stop yourself. It may be all true, but that does not mean I can handle it right now. Please.”