#;jonathan

Big Jonathan Ref update! A much needed refreshed reference for him.

Here is some ✨backstory info✨ for Jonathan :

[Grown Adults meme for @omniishambles​‘ Jonathan.]

Sitting on a roof after dark. ------------

Jonathan had never been one for rules - or at least he wasn’t now, or through the time she’d known him. Rules, propriety ... he could fake that second one, knew full well what it was, but a few Scotches in (or even sooner) the cracks started to show.

That applied to parties and soirees, where it usually led to rowdiness or ending up somewhere he shouldn’t, but also to more formal ‘do’s’. A bunch of ‘regular’ academics faffing on their latest finds or whatever pet theory they were expounding as Immutable Truth. ‘Rowdy’ didn’t go over so well at those, especially if Evy was there and it might reflect badly on her - so a disappearing trick became the escape of choice.

Thera climbed out the upstairs window, her heeled shoes left behind on the inside. Jonathan would give away that aside from it just being boring he needed to get the chattering out of his ears, but as the cooler air struck and the nighttime sounds filtered in, part of her had to agree. Settling in, she tucked her knees up to her chest and reached for a share of the bottle they’d brought along.

“…………..”

“Well, yeah… ‘bout that. Ah…”

More silence following those words. The imaginary voice of a toddler in their minds…

…..

‘Daddy, how did you and papa meet??’ The imaginary toddler’s bright eyes looking intently at both of them, expectant to hear the answer.

‘Oh, you see, sweetie, we met in the worst part of the slums. The first thing papa did upon seeing me was try to kill me with a hat.’

‘Haha, yeah. I remember that day as if it was yesterday. I couldn’t beat ‘im and ‘e then kicked me square in the jaw. That’s when I knew in my ‘eart it was true love!’

…………………………………

“Oh, well, at least it is a story about true love. And an interesting one, too, no?”

Even if that does not make it any less bizarre…

When Johnny went down to the restaurant to pick up his usual Friday night order, there was a nasty woman verbally abusing the staff. Johnny scowled at her back. Yeah sure, dress up all fancy to hide the fact your voice belongs on ‘The Exorcist’.

Johnny nodded at Kai as he picked up his order, his focus more on discretely swiping the hag’s purse from her bag as he passed. That will teach her. Some karma for this asshole.

“Oi!” A man stopped him before Johnny could make his exit. “Sorry, mate, bu’ I think ye got me order. I got…some vegetables stuff here, and meat…I didn’ order tha’.”

Johnny blinked a few times.  Whoa! That jawline could cut glass…Shit, say something you idiot! “Uhh yeah,” said Johnny, looking down at his order before quickly handing his over with a quick smile. “Sorry bout that buddy. No drinks? You should try Mamuk’s, they do great bubble teas - but their chocolate avocado shake is freakin addictive.”

He had just wanted to see if the other man had his order, not starting some small talk he wasn’t interested in. His mood wasn’t exactly the best, and Eric couldn’t even bring himself to smile when the other handed him the box over - only half-heartedly listening to his advice.

“Sorry, I’m not a fan of avocado shakes or…bubble teas.” He frowned. If it tasted as disgusting as it sounded, then he was really thankfull neither of those drinks had yet crossed his path. The thief opened the box and nodded in approval when he saw exactly what he had ordered, then closed the lid again and handed the other box to the man. “Here ye go, mate, I–” “No, I just had it!” The shrill voice of the woman was interrupting him, and Eric glanced over at her frantically searching for something - her purse, probably, speaking from the panic in her eyes. His gaze dropped to the other man’s pocket before it moved back up again to meet his.

@spaceispeachy

J: “This is so sweet of you!”

R: “Ah! They look so good!!”

J: “Thank you so much!” Robert nods, 

To say that he is exhausted is an understatement. Jonathan feels like he's been ran through the wringer multiple times. Part of him is shocked that he's even alive, that the Count didn't kill him nor did the Transylvanian wilderness. It mostly still feels like a dream, like something he made up, but the memories he has feel too real to be made up.

If he thinks about it for too long, he feels himself getting worked up. So he doesn't. Instead he focuses on Mina. His wonderful, beautiful Mina. The hospital has treated him well, and he is eager to go home, but she makes it a little more bearable. As her hand rests on his cheek, he opens his eyes and gives her a weak smile, deep, dark circles underneath his eyes.