Think about Bartimaeus canonically taking Nathaniel's form. Thinking about a yet another boy who got his eternity by being loved. Thinking about a boy who through he would engrave his fake name in centuries by being cruel but ended engraving his real name in centuries by being righteous and selfless and kind. Thinking about Bartimaeus brushing his hand through his hair from time to time when he wears his form. Thinking about Bartimaeus meddling with the collar of his shirt and noticing smal scars on his own body and noticing how his heart doesn't beat because he's not Nathaniel after all. Thinking about him smirking and noticing how weird it looks on this face. Thinking about love and respect outliving centuries of cruelty and being more powerful than any words that could possibly be said. Thinking about that again.














