But if Professor Rammsteiner doesn't want to face the reality of the situation, well, that's hardly unexpected. It's not really any of Jade's business. Professor Rammsteiner seems stable, and he's actually trying to be helpful; that's all that matters.
(Still, Jade has to admit, he had been expecting something more. Disbelief, maybe, or anger or censure. Just - something more than Professor Rammsteiner's steadfast refusal to acknowledge anything had happened to him.
But maybe Jade had been expecting too much.)
"I'll try," he says, a small frown furrowing his brow. He tries to retrace his own steps - heading to Professor Rammsteiner's room, setting out from Professor Eichel's quarters, feeling filthy and worn and tired. Come back to me tomorrow night, Professor Eichel had told him - ordered him.
Then, before that, the weight of Professor Eichel's body above his own, pressing him into the bed. Jade remembers that hot mix of anger and lust he had felt, and it kindles something in him even now.
And before that - nothing. A solid wall, a splintering pain shooting through his head.
But it's not entirely a dead end. He can see cracks in the wall, glimpses of steam rising from a teacup, the warmth of Professor Eichel's hand cupping his cheek. He remembers, too, the feeling of not knowing where his own free will ended and where Professor Eichel's authority began.
But those are just the things Professor Eichel wants him to remember, he's sure.
The pain in his head is growing a little too much. Frowning, he withdraws from the mental exercise for now, rubbing absently at his temples.
"He's too powerful." For now. Jade fully intends on besting him someday soon. "I don't know how he has such a strong hold over me."
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But if Professor Rammsteiner doesn't want to face the reality of the situation, well, that's hardly unexpected. It's not really any of Jade's business. Professor Rammsteiner seems stable, and he's actually trying to be helpful; that's all that matters.
(Still, Jade has to admit, he had been expecting something more. Disbelief, maybe, or anger or censure. Just - something more than Professor Rammsteiner's steadfast refusal to acknowledge anything had happened to him.
But maybe Jade had been expecting too much.)
"I'll try," he says, a small frown furrowing his brow. He tries to retrace his own steps - heading to Professor Rammsteiner's room, setting out from Professor Eichel's quarters, feeling filthy and worn and tired. Come back to me tomorrow night, Professor Eichel had told him - ordered him.
Then, before that, the weight of Professor Eichel's body above his own, pressing him into the bed. Jade remembers that hot mix of anger and lust he had felt, and it kindles something in him even now.
And before that - nothing. A solid wall, a splintering pain shooting through his head.
But it's not entirely a dead end. He can see cracks in the wall, glimpses of steam rising from a teacup, the warmth of Professor Eichel's hand cupping his cheek. He remembers, too, the feeling of not knowing where his own free will ended and where Professor Eichel's authority began.
But those are just the things Professor Eichel wants him to remember, he's sure.
The pain in his head is growing a little too much. Frowning, he withdraws from the mental exercise for now, rubbing absently at his temples.
"He's too powerful." For now. Jade fully intends on besting him someday soon. "I don't know how he has such a strong hold over me."