A visit [Michael->Jon]
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roesslyngTitle: A visit
Fandom: The Magnus Archives
Characters/Pairing: Michael Distortion->Jon Sims
Rating: 0+
Length: 200 words
Summary: Jon's working late. Someone else shows up. Oh no.
Other: Flashfic; playing around with character voice and restricted format. Might revisit the general concept for something longer at a later point in time.
A visit
"Hello, Archivist."
Jon's hands still, but only for a moment. He lets out a long breath, then continues with the transcription he was working on, not bothering to turn to look at the unexpected nuisance.
"What do you want?"
The irritation seeps into his voice.
"Me?" A pause, followed by a flinch-inducing laugh. "I thought you could use some company."
Jon sighs. "Michael, I don't have time for this." And he doesn't, which is why he's here so late – he should have gone home hours ago.
"Don't you?"
Footsteps approaching. Then the weight of hands on his shoulders, and it's all Jon can do to strangle the scream that threatens to spill out of him.
Long, long fingers, knife-sharp. Jon closes his eyes, waiting for the pain. But they don't grasp, don't dig in. After a moment he realizes that Michael is only touching him with its palms, and that this must be on purpose.
The monster dips its head, bends over him. Its long blond hair spills over Jon's shoulders, brushes softly against his cheek.
"I think you're mistaken," Michael says quietly, much too close.
The flutter of its breath against Jon's ear is worse than all the rest.
Fandom: The Magnus Archives
Characters/Pairing: Michael Distortion->Jon Sims
Rating: 0+
Length: 200 words
Summary: Jon's working late. Someone else shows up. Oh no.
Other: Flashfic; playing around with character voice and restricted format. Might revisit the general concept for something longer at a later point in time.
A visit
"Hello, Archivist."
Jon's hands still, but only for a moment. He lets out a long breath, then continues with the transcription he was working on, not bothering to turn to look at the unexpected nuisance.
"What do you want?"
The irritation seeps into his voice.
"Me?" A pause, followed by a flinch-inducing laugh. "I thought you could use some company."
Jon sighs. "Michael, I don't have time for this." And he doesn't, which is why he's here so late – he should have gone home hours ago.
"Don't you?"
Footsteps approaching. Then the weight of hands on his shoulders, and it's all Jon can do to strangle the scream that threatens to spill out of him.
Long, long fingers, knife-sharp. Jon closes his eyes, waiting for the pain. But they don't grasp, don't dig in. After a moment he realizes that Michael is only touching him with its palms, and that this must be on purpose.
The monster dips its head, bends over him. Its long blond hair spills over Jon's shoulders, brushes softly against his cheek.
"I think you're mistaken," Michael says quietly, much too close.
The flutter of its breath against Jon's ear is worse than all the rest.
