Siren
“Elias, could you.. Oh, I am sorry. Didn’t mean to interrupt you.”
“Don’t worry, Jon. Please meet Captain Peter Lukas, our most generous donor.’ Peter huffed, amused. ‘Mr. Lukas, this is Jonathan Sims. The Archivist”
The way Elias said it made Jon’s skin crawl unpleasantly, but he didn’t know why. He forced a polite smile.
“It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Lukas. ” He extended a hand, but Peter did not shake it, so Jon just stood there awkwardly for a second and then cleared his throat.
“Maybe I will come by later… ”
“Have you heard about sirens, Archivist? ” Peter said out of nowhere, clearly deep in his thoughts. Jon blinked.
“Um… Yes, of course. The… Mythical creatures that lure sailors with their song to eat them alive? Those sirens? ”
“Indeed,” Peter said cheerfully and looked at him, or at least in his direction.
“Have you met any, Captain?” Jon asked, rather amused.
“Oh, I have.” Peter smiled, looking at Elias, who only rolled his eyes but looked pleased. “Those who are not careful often find themselves… Entangled in the siren’s song. Some people just can’t help themselves; they simply need to know.” Jon blinked, confused, whether Peter was talking seriously or just joking.
“Be careful, Archivist.”
“I don’t think I will be meeting any sirens in the archives.” Jon laughed awkwardly. He really wanted to leave.
“You never know. This one is particularly vicious. ” Peter said, looking at Elias, and stood up. Elias did the same thing, smiling. “Mr. Bouchard.”
“Captain Lukas. Should I expect you in a few months?”
“If you will sing loud enough.” Elias let himself laugh, and Jon could swear that Peter just vanished, and only then he realized that there was a fog in the office, and now it also disappeared, but the office was still slightly dim.
“W..where is he?”
“Just left.” Elias blinked, looking confused . “You must be tired, Jon. And don’t worry about his antics, he is an odd man. You needed something?” Jon nodded slowly and started talking about the statement he had found.
Next time Jon met Peter Lukas, he knew exactly what he meant, and Peter only smiled coldly at him.
“I warned you, Archivist.”
Jon realized that the best way of getting rid of Elias from his periphery is hanging out with Oliver Banks.
And Oliver is a pleasant company so not only Jon has a new friend but also a safe space from Elias bc he would rather eat his eyes than breath the same air that Oliver.
Elias and Jon come to an agreement.
The Eye tried really hard. But nothing worked, so it needed to be more direct.
WE DO NOT FUCK THE LONELY AVATARS
Elias sighed, looking at the words engraved on his desk. Jon made a face. They stayed silent. Jon hummed.
“Technically… I am not fucking anyone, ever, in my life. So it’s on you.” He stated, looking at Elias.
Elias glared at him and then at the engraving.
“Can you really call it fucking if the man is half a fog?”
Jon mused.
“I.. don’t think so. ”
“Good. Then we agree.”
They shook on it and went back to work.
Beholding was screaming in desperation.
jellyshoes-fandomfolk:
not-so-archive:
Elias and Jon come to an agreement.
The Eye tried really hard. But nothing worked, so it needed to be more direct.
WE DO NOT FUCK THE LONELY AVATARS
Elias sighed, looking at the words engraved on his desk. Jon made a face. They stayed silent. Jon hummed.
“Technically… I am not fucking anyone, ever, in my life. So it’s on you.” He stated, looking at Elias.
Elias glared at him and then at the engraving.
“Can you really call it fucking if the man is half a fog?”
Jon mused.
“I.. don’t think so. ”
“Good. Then we agree.”
They shook on it and went back to work.
Beholding was screaming in desperation.
Peter and Martin get a similar message.
STOP FUCKING THE EYE AVATARS
“Well we don’t, so I don’t understand how this applies to us.”
Peter walks away muttering about whether it really counts if it’s mostly Elias watching, which Martin did not tneed to know. They never speak of it again.
bypr0duct:
I started this drawing 7 months or something ago and finally decided to finish it : D
that-is-a-name:
The fact that Jonah Magnus died in such a painful, personal, human way is viciously satisfying.
He doesn’t get a supernatural death. Doesn’t magically implode or whatever. No, he’s stabbed, over and over with such hatred and anger from the man he manipulated for years. He feels pain for every one of those he used and did nothing as he watched them die.
He died so very human, and that is exactly how it should be.
