one of her favorite traditions she’s made since moving into the sharehouse started out as a random meeting ; the first dinner that she and jonas had spent chatting was full of laughter, and when they figured out they were heading to the same destination, the walk home had been as well. now it’s become a regular thing, both making a point of taking an evening off to spend time together whenever their schedules allow. tonight, it’s her turn to save them a table, so she’d biked over to the night market a bit earlier than their actual meeting time and snagged the first one she saw, setting her backpack in one seat and herself in the other. after that, it was only a matter of time, head bopping along to the music playing in her earbuds and eyes scanning above the crowd as she waits for her friend. she spots him only a few minutes later, pulling out her earbuds as soon as she does. “ jonas! ” an arm waves frantically in an attempt to get his attention. “ over here! ”
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If I Think They Are: Ugly || Plain || Alright || Cute || Freaking Adorable || Pretty || Beautiful || Hot || Stunning
If I Would Go On A Date With Them: Not even if we were the last two one earth || No || Maybe || Eh….Sure || Yes || WILL YOU MARRY ME
If I Trust Them: Not At All || Not Really || Kind of || Yes || With My Life
If I Care About Them: Not At All || Not Really || Kind of || Yes || Deeply
If I Would Sleep With Them: Not Enough Alcohol in the World || No || Maybe if I were wasted || Maybe || Eh…Sure || Yes || TAKE YOUR CLOTHES OFF NOW!
My Comfort Level With Your Muse: Keep a Distance || Okay You Can Stand There, But Don’t Touch Me || Let’s Get Coffee and Talk || Let’s Cuddle || I Can Change In Front of You (...? I think Jonas and Duke are getting to the point where Sidney is letting them see him a little less... ~perfect~ yeah.) || Let’s Take a Bath Together
If I See You As: A Stranger || An Acquaintance || A Friend || A Close Friend || My Best Friend || A Crush || The Love of My Life
[ piggyback ] my muse gives yours a piggyback ride (Jonas)
The two of them had gone out for drinks. Others were invited but couldn't make it for one reason or another. With just the two of them they hyped each other up to drink more and more, to do only the stupidest of activities to amp up the fun.
Because of the curfew they ended up staying out until dawn, the roommates loud and boisterous as the stumbled their way out onto the streets. They belted out songs off key, using each other as a crutch to stay upright. At least until Jonas stumbled over the curb, completely biffing it. In between guffaws of laughter, Phe held her hand out to help him up, her own balance looking rather precarious.
As Jonas got back to his feet, Phe turned around and squatted. "Hop on Loser," she hiccupped between giggles, still deeply amused by seeing Jonas eat concrete. Huffing at the weight on her back, her legs shake slightly as she straightens up. "Fuck Oberholt, we need to get you on some diet blood. Blood Lite. Hey...think I can market that?"
It was rather surprising that they made it a full two blocks before Phe collapsed onto someone's yard, Jonas falling on top of her. As the vampire rolled off of her, Ophelia turned to her side to look at him before bursting into hysterical laughter. "Gooood, we're fucked uppp," she giggled, wiggling closer so that she could lay her head against his shoulder. She wished they could stay like this forever. High off the fun of the night (amidst other things), just the two of them, clothes wet from the morning dew.
Of course the sprinklers setting off had to go and ruin that.
- 😍 for my muse to tell yours three things they love about them. (Jonas/Sidney)
"I'll try to keep this safe for work... Number one: I love that he doesn't give a shit -- Joans doesn't worry about what other people think. He's completely and totally himself, 100% of the time. Number two: I love that he'd be fine with me being... myself. Even if it'll take me some time to... Let him see me I know that... Yeah... I trust him. And number three: He makes me laugh...
Number four: He has a great body. Sorry about it. I couldn't help myself. And it's not like that's a secret?? Mama, errrybody's fuckin' Jonas because sex with Jonas will knock you the fuck out, o-k? Library closed."
LAST TEXT: [TEXT: Stupid Hot Asshole] Hey dipshit! If I have to pick your dirty ass clothes off the living room floor one more time I'm gonna shove them down your throat. Unless you like that. It's supposed to be a punishment.
[TEXT: Stupid Hot Asshole] [draft] why do I love you you stupid fuckface?
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LAST TEXT: [TEXT: Dad🥺] Hey im trying to make that desert you like. Bakalakava or whatever. But couldnt find any recipes so im kinda just winging it.
[TEXT: Dad🥺 - 20 min later] HOLY SHIT EVERYTHINGS ON FIRE. JONAS GRABBED A FIRE EXTINGUISHER I DONT EVEN KNOW WHERE. THE FIREALARM IS GOING OFF SO MUCH. HELP.
-- What do you mean you aren’t going to arrest her?
Forensic Pathologist and Medical Examiner Sydney X. Shange, RCPathME had been going back in forth with the police for an hour now over what the professor and, most recently, undertaker found an obvious next step in the matter of Lizzie Velnias.
Oh, they belittled him. Sydney knew he wasn’t that important. But he was good at his job, and cared about his work and, most importantly, what was right. Letting this woman walk free was asinine, and a grave display of injustice. Another instance of them failing victims of brutal crimes.
“Now you listen here. The late Dr. Kokumo Eze left this business in my name. So unless you’re prepared to hear from my attorney, I want her off of the property immediately. I’m well within my rights to evict her.” He was harsh because she wasn’t going to change. How many more people would Sydney put in the ground because of her.
She was mad — mentally unstable — reminding him too much of his parents who had both been hospitalized years ago. Sydney was not like them. He would not be. He promised that to himself.
“Or did you forget who I am?” quirking his brows, “Let’s review: Doctor Sydney Shange. Professor of Forensic Medicine at Oxford. Lecturer at University of London. Well respected in my field. Gentleman, I’ve worked for Scotland Yard for 15 years. One phone call, lads. One. And I’ll have your entire department wrapped up so tightly in red tape your children’s children will be spewing liability suits into their fried eggs at the breakfast table. We wouldn’t want that would we?”
He stood.
“I want her gone. Now.” Motioning to the door, ending this conversation because it wasn’t one. He was giving them no choice in the matter. “Good afternoon, gentleman.”
They didn’t need to know that Sydney went into a panic attack almost immediately after they left the funeral home. Nor that the stress of being so confrontational made him want to keel over onto a ball on the floor. He popped a pill. It was normal, they were prescription and Sydney didn’t abuse them.
This was nothing Xanex couldn’t fix. And truly, Sydney was quite proud of himself. For the first time in a long time he refused to be a doormat. He wouldn’t be any longer, he decided. Stifling a yawn.
He hadn’t felt this tired before the police had arrived. But that was to be expected, they had been quite difficult after all. A few more hours at work, that was all. Then he could go home to the warmth of his... they were friends. He and Lucian and Grayson. That was all. Friends. Who looked at him like he was different, but in a good way. Like he was someone important after all. It was silly how he missed them when he just saw them this morning.
He’d be home soon.
———
The last thing he remembered was speaking with Lucian, eyes threatening to close. “...I’m just a bit tired. That’s all. I think the investigation took a lot out of me.” Even as he leaned forward he smiled. His neck unable to keep his head upright; he could rest his forehead against the cool surface of the desk for a while, “... I can still do dinner. No, I haven’t heard from Grayson you...” he slid a wrist towards his face, squinting at his watch but finding he couldn’t make out the numbers, “...Know how he is... Yes, I promise...... I’m...... Fine......”
Sydney?
Click.
It was easy enough to slip the phone out of his limp hand and place it back on the receiver. If the pathologist was being moved he didn’t know. Occasionally his eyes would open into little slits but that was all he could manage — world around him soft and spinning — before closing again. He could swear he heard voices. But he heard voices sometimes anyway. That’s why he was seeing Marcus. That’s why he took medication. It made the auditory hallucinations less loud. And be was dealing with that. This was different though. Sydney knew this voice.
He had enough awareness to know that he was cold. Was he outside?
Bye, bye douche bag.
For a moment he could have sworn he felt a hand at his cheek.
He tried to part his lips but wasn’t successful. His arms ached from being bent back.
C’mon Jonas.
Again he tried to part his lips. To scream. To force his eyes to stay open even as they slid closed again, watching a blurry head of pink hair walk away from him and, eventually, dissapear. He couldn’t move, he couldn’t speak... His readers fell off of his face as his head lolled forward, falling onto the forest floor. The dark blanket of sleep felt warm and comforting.
Just a couple minutes...
Or hours. Time didn’t make sense anymore. All he knew was it was dark, cold rain like little pin pricks hitting the tip of his nose. But that wasn’t what stirred him.
