My Archivist jacket ✨
My Archivist jacket ✨
The Watcher’s Crown
It was rare to see Elias like this. Defeated, vulnerable, submitted. Peter enjoyed the view, he was not big on watching but looking at Elias was always somehow enthralling. Especially when a blindfold was snuggly tied around beholder’s eyes. Elias’ breath hitched when Peter tied another knot on his chest. Red rope contrasted sharply with Elias’ white, crumpled shirt. He shivered when Peter placed his hand on beholder’s chest and pressed slowly, observing Elias.
“Are you alright?” Elias only shivered again in response and mumbled something inaudibly. “Use your words Elias. What’s your colour?”
“Y..yellow.” Elias forced out. Peter blinked and froze. He secured the end of the rope, let it go and sat closer to Elias’ head.
“Do you want me to untie you?” Elias shook his head. “Words.”
“N..no. No.”
“What about that blindfold?” Peter touched red material.
“I can’t see.”
“It’s not an answer.” Peter said patiently. He knew Elias tend to get… Lost when he couldn’t use his eyes. Elias explained it to him some time ago, that’s it’s not like he can’t see at all. Thanks to the Beholding he could see even with his eyes covered but the visions were blurred, confusing, dull, lulling him rather to sleep or sending him straight into panic. But they were already past that stage, so clearly something was wrong.
“It’s not an answer for my question.” Peter repeated pressing hand into Elias’ cheek to get his attention again. “Should I take off the blindfold?”
“No. No.” Peter nodded a bit confused.
“You don’t want to stop. So what’s going on?”
“I…” Elias shifted slowly on the bed, struggling against ropes. He breathed out, finally giving up. “Peter…”
“Yes?”
“Lay down with me” Peter raised his eyebrow and smiled amused.
“Of course.” He lay down closely to Elias and pressed his head to beholders shoulder. “Do you remember your safe word Elias?”
“Yes.” Elias hummed “I… I don’t want to stop. Just… Slow down.”
Peter get himself comfortable playing with Elias’ hair. Elias’ body slowly relaxed and he snuggled closer, breathing steadily. Peter smiled and kissed his neck. Elias shivered and Peter smiled. Peter closed his eyes and kept it that way until Elias’ shortness of breath started to concerned him.
“Elias?”
“T.. take it off. Peter. Peter. Take it off.” Peter blinked and sat up quickly. “Take… Take it off.”
“Easy. Easy, you will hurt yourself.” He kept him staidly and slide off the blindfold from Elias’ eyes. Elias blinked and his breath became steady again. Peter cut off the rope and tossed it on the ground looking at Elias.
“Jonah… ”
“I am alright.” He hummed slowly sitting up and rubbing his face. Peter frowned in disbelieve. “I am.” Elias snapped at him. Peter only tilted his head slightly and waited. Elias rolled his eyesand stood up, but his legs gave out under him, and he immediately sat down at the edge of the bed and breathed out.
Peter stood up and bring him water wondering if he should just left Elias to himself.
“Don’t.” Elias said watching the fog clouding the room. Peter passed him a glass of water and sat down next to him. Elias chugged down whole glass and slowly laid down closing his eyes for a moment. “Do you feel The Eye, when we are together?”
Peter hummed.
“You have eyes everywhere here, Elias. It’s as much an altar as Tundra is for the Lonely. I fog them but its impossible to not feel The Eye when I am with you.” Elias stay silent for a moment. He took a deep breath and then Peter realized the obvious. Elias was reeking of loneliness, Peter swallowed nervously trying to resist but it was so sweet and calling and…
“Stop it at once.” Elias hissed looking at him the way that made Peter’s chest spasm in pain. He quickly fled on the armchair, to distance himself from it. Elias lowered his gaze.
“I should go.” Peter stated. His company was not a company at all. He probably just makes it worse. Elias shook his head and sighed.
“No. I can manage, I always managed before.” He thrown on his robe with eye embroidery and stood up, slowly sitting down on Peter and putting his head on Luka’s chest. “I had already an awful day and the blindfold was apparently too much.” Peter thought with fondness that he will miss him terribly on the Tundra.
“Freak.” Elias snorted.
“Voyeur.” Peter bit back.
Elias fell asleep on him and Peter winced looking at his eyes that stayed wide open.
“And I am the freak…?” he mumbles to himself before disappearing into the Lonely.
He had enough decency to make sure that Elias won’t fall from the armchair.
Jonah Magnus body hopping headcanons
-Jonah is scared every time. Not because of pain (and it is painful) or the murder but bc ripping out eyes from his skull is so fundamentally against his patron that his mind is screaming and trying to stop him, but he pushes through and eventually eye is content bc it can feed on his fear
-First week is awful ( new brain is not used to processing so much information, the body is different, he can feel his heart beat, breathing is a conscious effort, he can’t recognize himself in the mirror, food tastes different, everything is either muffled or too much)
-He has to change entire wardrobe bc clothes don’t fit any more
-Dreams are not his, the mind of the previous owner lingers for the few days or weeks sometimes he dreams about something from their life or hears their voice
-He spends awful amount of time choosing new body, and yet there are nights when he regrets it and feels like in a trap, claustrophobic almost like he is stuck and can’t get out.
-Personality disorder (constant doubt about who is he really and how much of Jonah Magnus really stayed in him and how much of himself he lost)
-He will push new bodies into their limits to test them out (usually ends up frustrated that he has any limits )
So i had this little idea about Peter/Elias/Jon living together and Lonelyeyes having some kind of BDSM dynamic going on that Jon is not involved in, but he still is very much in relationship with them, and they live together.
And once Peter asked him if he wants to join them for aftercare and it became a thing. Jon just joining them to cuddle and read statements to Elias (and Peter if he wants to, for most of the time Peter preferes to leave to his bedroom after making sure Elias is alright - Jon usually sleeps with Elias).
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“You had fun?" Jon sat down next to Elias.
"Hello Jon." He smiled softly. "Yes I did, as always.”
“Just making sure." Jon always makes sure. In case he would have to watch Peter more intensely.
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"Wait. He is still tied up. ”
“Well untie him. " said Jon looking at Peter in a ‘what is your problem’ manner. They had statements to read.
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"Keep an eye on him, hm? I will make food.”
“I always keep an eye on him." Jon said, offended, looking at Peter with way too many eyes and Peter fled the room. Elias was very amused.
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"Peter! Why does he have so many bruises.”
“He asked for it. ”
“Did he? Elias did you asked for it?”
“J..jon… Ah .. Yes." And it was really more of a moan bc Jon accidentally used compulsion. Peter grinned and Jon just glared at him.
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"What did you do today?”
“I am not giving you a statement about my sex life, Archivist." Peter snorted.
"Elias would…”
“Of course he would." Lukas mused in disbelieve "Fortunately for me he is sleeping.”
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Jon waiting under the door with water and snacks and throwing Peter a fit about how he should have these things in the room if he can't remember to bring them upstairs.