2020-09-10 13:01:11 ¶ ● ⬈

## If your prompts are closed please ignore this but how about jonelias or Jon&Elias coronation

tulireboi:

> Thank you very much for the prompt, and they’re still open! Here’s some JonElias, with ‘coronation’ – no warnings.

> Coronation

> Holy − that’s the only word on his tongue in that moment. Elias looks intoxicating, almost divine, in that moment. Eyes fixed on the book, words slipping from his lips like gentle, quiet prayers. Each word, though they should be inaudible from where Jon is, sounds clear and bright in the soft, greening halo of light encircling them. He knows the others are right above them, feeling the effects, feeling every second, but not quite part of it enough to have their presence in the sacred heart of the rite.

> Elias tastes of heaven, when their lips meet, and he feels himself slipping much closer to that dangerous edge he’s been teetering over for a year now, tempted between humanity and the heady feeling of power of the Archivist − no more human than the other man he’s with, whose hold on him is tight, searing. He feels his attention slipping for but a moment, and suddenly he can feel the whole Institute abuzz in his mind, his eyes closed as Elias tilts his head, his Eye open as he feels brought so far past the point of caring and of no-return that he lets himself fall into the feeling.

> It doesn’t matter what he thinks in that moment, because he knows that when he opens his eyes again, it’ll be entirely different. King of a new world, Jon, doesn’t that sounds exhilarating? Elias had said, grey eyes shining in the dimmed lights, his lips crooked, his voice soft. And this was their crowning, feeling as his mind seeped much further than ever, and he feels that door he’s so hard tried to keep shut, fling wide open, and he drowns in the new era he’s creating. Elias smiles against his lips. Jon can barely catch his breath enough to call it beautiful.