hiii more jonelias g/t for the soul. i know nobody cares. nonetheless
He shifts himself until he’s on Elias’s bare skin, just over his heart, feeling its steady beating reverberating through his body, and it’s wonderful and electrifying and he has to remind himself to breathe. “Your heart…” he says, and some unnameable emotion sweeps over him. Something like melancholy, yearning, but not quite.
“You’re crying, Jon.”
He is?
He lifts his hand to his face, and finds that–yes, he is. He’s not sure why.