I am so weak for the ‘Jon looking for comfort in Elias bc everyone else thinks he is a monster’ trope.
“Elias, am I still human?”
“Oh Jon… You are so much more. Can’t you see?”
Additional points for Elias adoring Jon like a God. Looking at him as if he were a miracle. Taking pride in Jon developing new powers.
Elias letting Jon use compulsion on him. Elias feeding Jon his own statement from the past.
Jon getting accustomed to the fact that Elias is always watching. It starts to bring him peace. It shifts from being watched to being watched over. Protected, under care.
“I will be watching.” Said Elias with a smile.
“I know,” Jon answered gratefully.
And Jon sees him. For the first time, he truly sees Elias. He sees Jonah Magnus. He sees his flaws, anxieties, dreams, nightmares, and fears. He sees his devotion and determination. He sees himself through Elias’ eyes, and it’s so different from how he perceives himself.
And he takes it all in, accepts it all in, and through that accepts himself as he is.
“Can you see now, Jon?”
And Jon can only nod, not able to speak.
Blind Elias Bouchard headcanons (ft. Jon Sims, Peter Lukas, and Martin Blackwood)
Or, how to torment Elias even more than before
(bit of JonElias, Lonelyeyes, and Jmart)
- he got blinded (by Melanie, by Jon, by Martin, by any other avatar, it does not matter - although if it’s Jon, it gains new favours )
- he lost connection to the eye; therefore, he can’t lead his Institute anymore (Jon became the Head of the Magnus Institute, and oh, he struggles )
- The first thing that hits him is overpowering panic and the realization that he is going to die; his eyes are damaged, so he can’t jump bodies
- depression, grief, anxiety follows, and team up with disorientation, desperation, and chronic pain
- Peter, back from the Tundra, finds him in their shared apartment, and he takes care of him in the only way he knows how by taking him into the Lonely
- Elias slowly fades, he hardly remembers his name, he remembers that he knew a man named Peter Lukas once, but nothing more, he remembers the thrill of being a pupil of the eye, but just the feeling, not the whole situation
- Jon is doing his best, but it’s hardly enough. Without Tim and Sasha, it’s challenging; he keeps remembering them and Martin…
- They grew apart with Martin since Jon took Elias’ position. Martin got closer to the Lonely, and Jon got closer to the Eye
- So Jon turns to the only person who can help him - Elias
- but Elias is hard to find now, covered in a thick fog of the Lonely, hidden by Peter Lukas
- Jon hires two new assistants, and he immediately sees an Archivist potential in one of them ( he quickly cut him off, trying not to encourage him, doing everything to stop him from becoming another Archivist ) - he failed, failed terribly bc the space that he gave was everything that was needed for a new Archivist to rise
Supplemental!
After Jon found him, Elias works along with him, and a new Archivist is arising. One day, he (new Archivist) gets back to the Institute marked by one of the entities, and he is delirious. Elias quickly kneels next to him to help, and Jon just freezes. And one terrifying thought appears in his head.
Maybe it will be better to kill him now.
And bc Elias spends his time in the Institute mostly, Beholding found a way to him, and he sometimes can hear or know. And he picked up Jon’s thought. And his first instinct was to fight, but he quickly realized.
- Jon is far more powerful now. More powerful than him.
- Jon is the head of the Institute. It’s his decision to make.
So he slowly gets up and takes a step back.
5 times when Jon asked why +1 time Elias knelt
1.
The first time was accidental.
Jon sighed, irritated, and looked at Elias, who slowly poured himself a glass of whisky.
“Why?”
Elias’s hand shook suddenly, and he almost dropped a bottle. He blinked, swallowed, and bit his lip, slowly putting the bottle down. It was expensive after all. He turned around, composing himself, and smiled at Jon.
“Don’t worry, Jon. I am sure the situation will resolve itself shortly.”
Jon sighed in frustration, not realizing what he had done.
2.
“You are acting odd, Elias. Why? What am I doing?” Jon demanded, and Elias sighed, tilting his head back. Pleasant. Tempting. But he waited, breathed through compulsion, and exhaled slowly. Long enough for Jon to know that he is answering of his own volition. Elias picked up the pen and smiled.
“Complusion. It’s one of the… perks of this job. Forces people to tell the truth. But you are not quiet there yet, Jon.”
Jon eyed him carefully.
“Not quite there yet,” he repeated, watching Elias, and Elias almost shivered.
3.
“Why?” Jon slowly sat down across Elias.
Elias let the compulsion spread over his body. It was dreadful, it was crushing, it was exquisite. He opened his mouth, and the Archivist was staring at him, eyes wide open. And the compulsion whispered so sweetly, and it was so very tempting. Elias exhaled quietly, shaking off the compulsion with little trouble.
“You should rest, Jon.”
The Archivist hummed, displeased, and turned his gaze to the well. Elias swallowed disappointment.
4.
“Why?”
Elias shivered and drew a breath, trying to compose himself.
“Jo..n. Mh…” The compulsion crept under his skin, sinking its claws into Elias’ mind. It traveled up his spine, making him arch his back. He exhaled and leaned on the wall, blinking rapidly.
“Why?” the Archivist pressed, and Elias almost gave up. Almost. He did not manage to bite back a moan. Jon frowned, taken aback, and the compulsion fell, leaving Elias panting against a wall, and leaving his Archivist utterly shocked and disgusted.
Elias chuckled under his breath and slowly fixed his hair that fell over his face. He sighed, amused when Jon left without another word.
5.
Elias always took his break at 2 pm. Today was not an exception. He sighed and leaned back in his chair, and for just a few seconds, he closed his eyes.
Jon opened the door suddenly and stormed into his office.
“Why?” He asked, and Elias opened his eyes, for the first time in his long life, taken by surprise. His mouth opened, and his eyes almost rolled back. He grabbed his chair, taking a deep breath, words stuck in his throat. Jon saw pure shock on Elias’ face and waited, staring at him.
Elias shivered and forced his mouth shut, fighting with a wave of overpowering need to speak, to tell, to be known.
“Not quite there yet, Jon.” He finally said, smiling tightly. The compulsion died, and Jon huffed, frustrated, and left the office. Elias breathed out, grabbing his tie and yanking it off.
Not quite yet there, but dangerously close.
+1
The moment Elias saw Jon’s eyes, he knew he wouldn’t be able to resist. He froze and took a step back.
“Jon…”
The Archivist smiled knowingly. Elias’ back hit the wall, and he took a shaky breath, bracing himself.
“Maybe we can talk it out?”
“Time for explanations has ended.” The Archivist stated. It was final, and Elias’ legs almost gave out under him. Almost.
“Jonah Magnus.” The Archivist said slowly, deliberately taking a step towards Elias, and Jonah shivered in anticipation. The feeling of being seen and known washed over him as he tried to protest once more.
“Kneel.” The Archivist ordered.
Jonah gasped and fell on his knees, crushed with a wave of compulsion.
Blind Elias headcanons (just some ideas i guess) part 2 (ft. Peter Lukas) part 1 here
- Peter moves in
- Elias knows his own apartment, of course, he knows it; there was never a wall here, and that table was surely in another room, and why did he suddenly trip on everything?
_____________________
“Elias, I can help you.”
“I don’t need your help, Peter,” Elias hissed.
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- Peter cooks, Elias pretends he does not notice,
- Sometimes Peter stays silent for a few hours and watches Elias. Without the eye, Elias can’t know that Peter is still here. For most of the time, Elias just spitefully pretends that he doesn’t care. Peter still feeds on him.
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Elias sat down slowly on the couch; the whole apartment was quiet and empty…
“Peter… Peter, please not today.” He whispered, but Peter didn’t move. Elias drew his legs to his chest slowly, and fog curled around him. “Fuck you. You and your fog. I can feel you, you asshole.”
Peter swallowed and sat down next to him.
“I hate you.” Elias hissed.
____________________
- Peter can spend time with Elias since Elias can’t perceive him in the way he did before
______________________
“Say something,” Elias said quietly, pressing into Peter’s chest. Lukas sighed and looked around. He picked up a book and started reading.
_____________________ - Elias starts to enjoy the fog.
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“Elias, I have to leave.”
“But…”
“I’m drawing you into the Lonely. I can’t let that happen.”
“Why..?”
“I don’t want it for you. You are not a creature of fog. You never were. ”
“Because you say so?”
“Because you will never feel a need to meet me again if you accept this!”
Elias stayed silent.
Jon sighed, massaging his temples. The tape recorder clicked and fell silent. That statement felt dry, almost as if Jon was chewing sand. He scowled to himself. He needed something real, something…
“Jon.” Martin smiled, “I will make tea. Do you want one?”
“Ah.. no. No, thank you, Martin. I.. I will take a break.” Jon decided and stood up. “I think I need some air.”
“Oh… Right. Right. Was it a bad one? Statement, I mean?”
Jon opened his mouth and then nodded only as he was leaving the room.
It was not bad enough.
The next thing he remembers was sitting across from a young woman who was crying hysterically.
“Please, please stop.”
Jon flinched and quickly got up, leaving the café. He ran back into the Archives and closed the door behind him, breathing heavily.
“J-jon… Are… Are you alright? "Martin blinked.
"Yes.. I… I didn’t want to be late,” he said. Martin chuckled and shook his head. Jon smiled tightly, “I should have eh… Slow down.”
“Archives are not going to run, Jon.”
Jon nodded again, and he suddenly turned around, knowing that the door would open. After a second, he was met with Elias’ pleased smile.
“Hello, Jon. You had a fulfilling walk? ”
Jon scowled at him and closed the door with a loud thump that made Martin jump.
“I… I didn’t tell him.” Martin said quickly.
“I know, Martin. I know.” The Archivist said.
edettethegreat:
Elias Bouchard’s Observations of the Archivist’s Progress
day 23
I told the Archivist to get a follow-up statement from Sharon Menon. He began asking questions like “Who’s Sharon Menon?” and “How do I contact her?”
We have a long way to go, but these are hurdles we will overcome.
day 157
I sent the Archivist to buy more stationary from Monde du Papier, a store he’s never heard of in a neighborhood he’s never been to.
He managed to navigate there successfully, but paused frequently as if unsure of himself.
day 202
At the start of our quarterly meeting, I asked in Swedish for the Archivist to retrieve my Montblanc pen from my office. I intentionally left it in the bottom drawer rather than in the cup on the desk.
The Archivist returned in four minute with the pen.
postscript: Upon his return, Mr. Blackwood asked him what language I spoke in, to which he appeared confused.
For someone who has made such progress in Knowing, he seems to remain rather unaware.
