The magnus institute/elias/tim wallsex really has made itself home in my braine. Enjoy this little extract i know you have taste

The rest of that particular sentence strangles in his throat, as Tim starts running both of his hands along the wallpaper, pushing into it like it's a living thing and not just a piece of massonry. Maybe it isn't, not fully. He remembers smashing that wall down when the Prentiss thing happened. Did Elias feel that? Did it hurt?

Or did it feel good?

He kicks the empty bin away, rubbing the inside of his calf on the bottom part of the wall

"Like that, boss?"

(i might or might not have 2k more words of this to edit)

OH MY GOD. this is so good. holy shit. i need the rest of this desperately.