[Jonah lets out a small noise at the pull, but the words are a bucket of ice water on his nerves.
My Archivist.
Elias can practically taste the panic that comes off Jonah at hearing them, the way tinges of green start to emerge under his skin on his face.
In a breath, Jonah sits up, pressing his knee into Elias' chest and scrambling his hand over Elias' desk trying to grab for something, anything - and comes away with his letter opener, long and sharp as ever.]
Since you're asking, then fine. I will- [The last word is in a growl as he plunges the blade down.]
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My Archivist.
Elias can practically taste the panic that comes off Jonah at hearing them, the way tinges of green start to emerge under his skin on his face.
In a breath, Jonah sits up, pressing his knee into Elias' chest and scrambling his hand over Elias' desk trying to grab for something, anything - and comes away with his letter opener, long and sharp as ever.]
Since you're asking, then fine. I will- [The last word is in a growl as he plunges the blade down.]