ooooh what are the tma ficlets on?? (no pressure to write them or to answer) really sorry if this stressed u.
Jon still failed to See Elias until the instant he entered the throne room of the Panopticon.
Now he wondered if Elias hadn’t ensured that all along for the sake of the sick punchline getting ham-fistedly hammered out before him now.
“Why?” Jon wheezed. He hadn’t been surprised since Upton House, and he could not recall the last time he had been so with his powers at full capacity. It was a rhetorical question, of course. He could just Know.
Jon staggered back, bumping up against the wall of eyes that bore into his back. He scrunched his face, mouth twisting in disgust. After all he’d Seen, all he’d been through, and everyone he’d lost, how could anything still shock and appall him?
He knew how: because it was the principle of the thing.
“Hello to you, too, Jon,” Jonah said, pristine nails clicking on the armrests of the ostentatious seat. An unnatural smirk played on lips so pillow-full compared to the lips Jon remembered. “Welcome home.”
Jon wanted to snap back that this wasn’t his home, but he knew that to be a lie. He did belong here, especially since Martin had elected to leave his side and succumb to the slow grey swells of The Lonely. Regardless of what body homed Jonah, Jonah would be Jon’s home.
“You didn’t need to do that,” Jon said, despairing and defeated. “It’s not like the Change had a negative impact on … Elias’s body.”
“It did not,” Jonah allowed with a shrug, unfolding the slightest frame and stalking toward Jon softly as a cat. “But you must admit it is a bit poetic, is it not?” Jonah asked with a chuckle. “And what better time for a change than a Change?” Jonah pouted coyly. “Am I not allowed to seek new knowledge and experiences in my own world, Jon?”
“You only did it out of spite,” Jon spat.
“You can be quite petty yourself, you know,” Jonah said, tone quiet but fond. Jonah reached out reverently to stroke delicate fingers along the side of Jon’s jawline.
Jon tilted his head, wishing he could find it in himself to despise how easily he allowed Jonah to cup his cheek. It felt right, even like this, Jon forever drawn to Jonah like a moth to the flame.
“Besides,” Jonah teased, grin sharpening to reveal tiny, perfect white teeth, “I appreciated that half the job had already been done for me.”
“Elias,” Jon murmured huskily. He wasn’t sure how to finish that statement.
“Ah-ah,” Jonah tutted playfully. “If you are not going to call me Jonah, then you know I prefer to take on the name of just my current costume.
“And there is a rather nice ring to Melanie.”
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