if you are still doing them, might i request - john/elias, ”How does it feel to think in my voice?”
Jon is panting, after Elias puts the details of the ritual in his head. Worn out, but so much stronger, abandoning his puny hopes for a greater one. The inevitability of the Watcher’s Crown carved into his mind, his very being.
“How does it feel to think in my voice,” Elias teases, petting his hair.
Jon glares at Elias. “Touch me again, and I’ll devour the whole of you. Everything you are will become my knowledge, and my head will be the only place your voice will ever be heard again.”
Elias shudders, and tries not to moan.