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"lesson of the evening" (short fic, D/s)
# lesson of the evening
Along the canal promenade, a shouted demand, a refusal, a flash of orange sunset on polished metal.
"You've done nothing more than annoy me and get ichor on my dress, and yet nothing less than get my attention. Now that you have it," she purrs, as her hand on his shoulder slowly reduces her assailant to dust, "any last words?"
She reaches through his crumbling form to pull out the knife in her stomach. He gasps wordlessly, coughs little swirls of powder, his body threatening to fall apart and drift away on the quiet evening breeze.
"Ril," an exasperated voice calls from further down the promenade, "put it back."
"Put what back, Mistress? The knife, or…"
"The _soul_, Ril. Put it back. We're guests here. Someone might take offense. Besides, I doubt he could have hurt you."
"He might have hurt _you_, Mistress," the wearer of the now ichor-stained dress protests, even as she removes her hand. The dust swirls back into her assailant's body, and he drops to his knees. She looks down at him, disgusted, and throws the knife into the canal.
"Well, he won't now, will he? Leave him be. Assume a respectful waiting position."
The response comes from a lesser distance.
She kneels, bringing herself to the mugger's level, grinning and showing far too many teeth. His "obeisance" is a temporary result of shock; hers, while the grin would suggest otherwise, is genuine, and practiced.
Her mistress emerges from the shadow of a canal-side grove. She is not alone; another is with her who has not yet spoken.
"This was a lesson," her mistress says.
The mugger slumps over.
"Of course. Everything is a lesson," her mistress's instructor replies, amused, in a voice rich with unearthly resonances. "What do you think you learned?"
"That I have failed to control my thrall, once again," her mistress sighs.
"Unfortunately, no. You have failed to _understand_ your thrall. Failure of control was consequent. Tell me, what have you learned of Ril since I gave her into your stewardship?"
"What have _I_ learned of _Ril_? I was under the impression that she should learn from me. Well then, what have I learned from Ril? That she is impulsive, that she is often violent even by the standards of her kind, that she is quite proud of her appearance, and that if unless I compel her otherwise, she smiles, almost all the time. In fact, there she goes again. Ril, wipe that grin off your face, get that out of here, and return to this position."
With that command, Ril rises, heaves the unconscious mugger ungently into a nearby bush, and kneels again, her smile gone.
"Oh, child," her mistress's instructor says. "You think these faults of hers?"
"Well, yes, Domina!"
"Then, as I have been watching for some time, let me name them by other names for your edification, and perhaps hers. What you call impulsiveness seems, to me, to be anticipation of the desires of her Mistress. What you name unusual violence is protectiveness towards her Mistress, who, since her enthrallment, is the center of her world. As for her pride, I suspect she is trying to make her Mistress look good, and as for the smile…"
Her mistress's instructor chuckles.
"Did you ever _ask_ your thrall why she smiles? I have a theory, but I wouldn't want to hinder your education, or her satisfaction."
"I… no, I suppose not. Fine, then. Ril, why do you smile so much?" Her mistress looks at her instructor's face, and hurriedly adds, "You may speak freely, Ril."
From her kneeling position, Ril says, "Because I like you, you fool, never mind how bad you are at picking up on it. Why do you think I volunteered to be your thrall?"
Her mistress opens her mouth, and no coherent words come out: "Haaah. Whaaa?"
"Sometimes," the instructor says, "when a Domina-in-training fails this badly, she may atone for it by opting to reverse roles with her thrall and begin again. If her _thrall_ successfully graduates to become a Domina, the Domina-in-training may resume her own training, later, with another thrall. A risky gambit, but otherwise, her training is at an end, and her ambitions."
Ril watches her mistress sit heavily on the cobblestones in front of her. She refuses to meet Ril's eyes, mutters, "I _have_ been a fool."
"You have," the instructor says, almost simultaneously with Ril's, "Yes."
Her mistress turns to her, eyes pleading. "I don't suppose…" she asks her.
"Another few weeks of this, and perhaps I'd leave you to twist," Ril replies. "And yet I do still like you. Perhaps that's a real flaw of mine. You'll make it up to me, of course."
"Yes, of course! Somehow, I swear it!"
"Oh no, mistress," Ril says. "That wasn't a question. You will make it up to me."
Along the canal promenade, a bond of magic crumbles, its converse is forged, and a figure kneels at the hem of an ichor-stained dress. □
I bitch about jk, death, spoilers I fuckin guess
Or, like, the eternal trope of Dumbledore's sexuality as a gay man wasn't "relevant". We were too excited to claim him as another, like, erased character. But uh...we sorta let that comment slide as part of the erasure. She was always as bad as the white woman mouthing the word "gay" in front of a child. At least, as grown ups, we gave her the hell she's deserved for some time. So, cheers to that I guess
I bitch about jk, death, spoilers I fuckin guess
Anyway, Tonks and Lupin were victims of the bury your gays trope and should have been a sign that she wasn't ever gonna ride with our trans and gay asses
I bitch about jk
I mean, I've kept her at a distance for a while because racism/antisemitism so I wasn't surprised when she heaped transphobia on top. But yeah, disrespectful. They say you can enjoy any work, but you know what people also remember? People who treat them with respect and honor. But ehhh
I bitch about jk
Still thinking how the majority of ppl calling out JK were her queer/trans readers. The people who monetarily supported her. Gave her countless hours of consuming her work. Who, like me, loved it enough to write work set in her world. What a compliment for any creator! The fanfic thst helped me come out to myself as queer. Damn, what an asshole
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