sluttyjonahmagnus:
I still can’t get over the fact that Jonah kept his bones. That Jonah cared for this man, not enough to save his life, but enough to keep him. To possess his remains and deny his family mourning rights. Or even the knowledge that he died, for all they know the man just went missing. Was his brother ever told?
All this as well as going to the man that essentially killed Barnabas to ask for those bones, possibly even demanded them. Has that ever been done before? Why did Mordecai agree? Is Jonah somehow lonelier with the bones in his possession?
And then he just kept them. Moved them from Edinburgh to London and kept them in his office for nearly 200 years. ‘If you know where to look’ are they viewable? Are they hidden somewhere, lovingly preserved? Are parts of the bones fractured or rubbed smooth from anger or sorrow?
I need to knoooow.
tired-fandom-ndn:
Wow I’m so so so glad that Jonah Magnus is absolutely 100% gay and trans 😊
literalfuckingfreak:
day 5.. yall already know whats up
ok i should give this a caption. day 5. uhh religious devotion. cult au also if u ignore the fact that its very very catholic. legit used a catholic priest and that guy from placebo as a reference. yeah.
A horrible, uncomfortable little laugh bubbles in his chest as this chunk of his magnetic tape heart pulls away from the rest, as his wet eyes search Jon’s eyes and eyes and eyes, their two figures framed by those still, silent wings. Of course it was always going to lead to this. Perhaps there won’t be anything left of him, by the time Jon is finished. Perhaps Jon already started devouring him the moment they first crossed paths all those years ago.
He holds out the piece in his bloody palm, nothing more than a dark tangle still attached by a few strands, and takes a slow, shaky breath.
“Take it.”
JonElias Week 2023, Day 6: Dreams and Nightmares. This is an excerpt from a scene @paradisepuppet and I wrote during NaNo last year.
insuspensa:
A horrible, uncomfortable little laugh bubbles in his chest as this chunk of his magnetic tape heart pulls away from the rest, as his wet eyes search Jon’s eyes and eyes and eyes, their two figures framed by those still, silent wings. Of course it was always going to lead to this. Perhaps there won’t be anything left of him, by the time Jon is finished. Perhaps Jon already started devouring him the moment they first crossed paths all those years ago.
He holds out the piece in his bloody palm, nothing more than a dark tangle still attached by a few strands, and takes a slow, shaky breath.
“Take it.”
JonElias Week 2023, Day 6: Dreams and Nightmares. This is an excerpt from a scene @paradisepuppet and I wrote during NaNo last year.
