(forgot to note, CW will be at end because i dont know how to hide text - Hawke)
Elias smiled as he watched his archivist.
The cleaning bill for the office would be annoying, blood was just so annoying to get out of the cement and wood, but the 'sight' of Jon was worth it.
His knee, and how unfortunate, the knee of his good leg, was bent at an awkward angle, probably due to the partially shattered bones and swollen muscle. That would require some very intensive surgery to correct, and was unlikely to ever be the same again.
What a shame.
Thankfully, the damage to his stomach and chest were superficial enough to not affect his internal organs, although the bruising would hurt constantly.
Similarly, the head knocks were minor enough to cause no long lasting damage, although Jon would have a killer headache when he awoke.
No, the only thing that annoyed Elias was the damage Stoker had done to his precious archivists' voice. The bruising around his throat was ridged perfectly to match the pattern of fingers, and it would make it both painful to breath, and impossible to talk.
Even now, while still unconscious from the choking, there was an echo of pain on the Archivist's face with every breath in and out.
Delicious.
(hmm, the damage from the table though, that could be a problem)
--
Standing in the archive's bathroom, Tim looked at himself in the mirror.
After punching out his feelings, he'd expected more of a sense of relief, of catharsis. But Jon had given him nothing. He'd begged him to stop instead of fighting back, and just been so bloody passive.
He was not having a breakdown.
He'd already had it. He'd snapped and... Fuck.
Poor Jon. Had he really... ?
Fuck.
The crack of Jon's knee as he'd ... He'd ...
And the feel of his hands around Jon's throat, making him be quiet -
Oh, around his throat. Had Jon been breathing when -
Tim grabbed the first aid kit from under the sink and ran back into Jon's office.
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Re: Fill: Jon&Tim Uh oh, you did a bad (2/4)
Date: 2021-04-18 05:46 am (UTC)Elias smiled as he watched his archivist.
The cleaning bill for the office would be annoying, blood was just so annoying to get out of the cement and wood, but the 'sight' of Jon was worth it.
His knee, and how unfortunate, the knee of his good leg, was bent at an awkward angle, probably due to the partially shattered bones and swollen muscle. That would require some very intensive surgery to correct, and was unlikely to ever be the same again.
What a shame.
Thankfully, the damage to his stomach and chest were superficial enough to not affect his internal organs, although the bruising would hurt constantly.
Similarly, the head knocks were minor enough to cause no long lasting damage, although Jon would have a killer headache when he awoke.
No, the only thing that annoyed Elias was the damage Stoker had done to his precious archivists' voice. The bruising around his throat was ridged perfectly to match the pattern of fingers, and it would make it both painful to breath, and impossible to talk.
Even now, while still unconscious from the choking, there was an echo of pain on the Archivist's face with every breath in and out.
Delicious.
(hmm, the damage from the table though, that could be a problem)
--
Standing in the archive's bathroom, Tim looked at himself in the mirror.
After punching out his feelings, he'd expected more of a sense of relief, of catharsis. But Jon had given him nothing. He'd begged him to stop instead of fighting back, and just been so bloody passive.
He was not having a breakdown.
He'd already had it. He'd snapped and... Fuck.
Poor Jon. Had he really... ?
Fuck.
The crack of Jon's knee as he'd ... He'd ...
And the feel of his hands around Jon's throat, making him be quiet -
Oh, around his throat. Had Jon been breathing when -
Tim grabbed the first aid kit from under the sink and ran back into Jon's office.