2021-07-21 2:41:49 ¶ ● ⬈

literatehiss:

> # Crimson Kisses

> Written for Day 2 of Jonah Week

> Prompts: Community

> Jonah is an adult, he is not going to stoop to that irritating Italian’s level.

> Honest.

> Read on AO3 here
> The wine glass in Jonah’s hand wobbled as he tried to sip at it without pouring it down himself. This would be easier if he didn’t have his head resting in Barnabas’ lap, a fact that Jonathan had reminded him of several times this evening. The rim of the glass rested on his lip and he began to tilt it ever so slowly when a hand shot out and tipped the glass over his face.
> Jonah spluttered and coughed as he breathed in the wine. He rolled off Barnabas’ lap and onto the floor of the lounge he and his friends were resting in. Barnabas was complaining about the wine soaking into his trousers, Jonathan was sounding far too pleased with himself for Jonah’s liking while the rest of the room was alternating between pretending to be worried and stifling their chuckles into their own drinks. The little Italian prick was laughing his heart out, still leaning over the side of the couch.

> Jonah looked to his glass, empty on the floor and then up to Barnabas’ that still stood on the side table next to the couch.

> He was an adult. He was not going to engage in some sort of childish food fight. It would be juvenile and petty and so much fun.

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2021-07-24 1:17:04 ¶ ● ⬈

infinity-and-luck:

> End of Something Old, Start of Something New || Day 4: Bones

> (AO3 Link in replies)

> There was no body in the coffin when they buried it. Given it was sitting in the Panopticon, this wasn’t much of a surprise to Jonah, who was watching the event from the far back pretending to be an assistant saddened by the death of his employer.

> Really, this ought to have been a funeral for young William rather than him, but given whose body was standing here Jonah supposed everyone else could be forgiven. After all, it’s not that anyone knew he was still alive. He suspected no one knew, at least; a few of his once-closer acquaintances gave him odd looks.

> He was perhaps a bit put out by how few people attended. True, he had lived to an exceptional age and most of those he knew had already died, but he had thought he’d known a few who were still alive.

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