[ He waits impatiently until he hears the telltale sound of footfalls in the hallway, signaling that Jonas has woken up for the day. As soon as the bathroom door closes, Stiles sidles out of his bedroom, the two, newly developed Arachne limbs twitching in barely concealed excitement. On tiptoes, the teen creeps toward his boyfriendβs abandoned room and carefully hangs the emerald amulet on the doorknob, pausing only to stick his tongue out at the iguana eyeing him balefully from the terrarium. Deed done, Stiles returns to his own room, throwing himself under the covers to perfect the imitation of deep sleep that Jonas will no doubt see through. Still, if Stiles can avoid a conversation about the gift, heβs going to try β a part of him is terrified Jonas will reject it should his Bonded find out about its origins. When the bathroom door creaks open, he stiffens with anticipation, waiting once again. ]
(scratching his stomach with a still-drowsy bob of his head, wondering if anyone'd notice if he just went back to bed and slept the day away. stiles would, sasuke would, even itachi might if they have something scheduled for today. but he doesn't want to go to class, he's not even in that good of a mood, and he's sure any moment he'll give in to his bondmates' dwelling emotions; however, his own impressive willpower reminds him that there's no sense in complaining.
they have to live with those thoughts and feelings every day. he should be so lucky to even have a fraction of them shared with him, so he knows how hard they work to overcome them daily.)
Hm? (jonas almost doesn't notice it hanging there, a necklaceβamulet, a more alert section of his brain suppliesβinlaid with an emerald, reaching for it with a gentle lift of the trinket off of his doorknob.) Uh, Stiles?
(unwilling to wait, padding in his sweatpants down the hall to stiles' door, there's a soft knock and an immediate turn of the handle to push into the room. not exactly polite, but this is the zero-privacy life his new boyfriend has agreed to. and the sad lump on the mattress is so obvious he has half a mind to walk up and flop down on top of it.
so he does.)
Did you buy me a necklace? (amulet.) Amulet? How much was this?
[ With an oof! that betrays his wakefulness as Jonas throws himself down on him, Stiles wriggles under his boyfriend restlessly. One of the Arachne limbs waves cheerfully at the Witch, the other already securing Jonas in place with a lightly clasped tarsus on a hip. ]
Iβm sleeeeeeping, [ comes the lie, muffled by a pillow. ] But if I was awake β which Iβm not, for the record β then Iβd tell you it was free.
[ Unable to roll onto his back because of the Arachne limbs (never mind the very pleasant weight on top of him, down boy), he settles for craning his head around in an attempt to look at Jonas. ]
(straddling the "sleeping" lump that is his boyfriend beneath a mountain of blankets, jonas sits imperiously high and leans a bit to the side to see his face better.) Are you serious? Of course it's cool. I justβΒ I'm just surprised, is all. Pleasantly. (reaching up to undo the amulet's clasp, hooking it around his neck with a sweep of his fingers down its chain.
the emerald sits starkly against sun-kissed skin, a pretty pairing with his mother's ring that clinks against it when he hinges down onto an elbow. mindful of where arachne limbs fall and clasp to his hipβstill a foreign feeling, at times alarming, but taken well enough in strideβjonas rests there a moment before turning his face into a head of brown hair.
noses in with a huff of a sigh, ignoring the way it tempts a quicker pulse out of him, bond's emotional feedback endlessly fond.) All the better to heal your booboos with, right? Damn, you must really like me.
[ At the gentle click of the amulet clasp being undone, Stiles twists at the waist as much as heβs able to without dismounting his boyfriend. He leans hard on his left elbow for balance, then gazes up at Jonas in blatant appreciation. Their relationship is still so new β he hasnβt had his fill of simply looking at Jonas without the fear of being caught. The soft, sleep-mussed hair; warm green eyes so often crinkled at the corners in amusement; the slope of a strong nose; a mouth he wants against his, not just in the seal of a kiss, but with the lightest pressure so he can feel every smile he coaxes from Jonas. Echoing the Witchβs sigh with one of his own, he glances at the amulet with a pleased grin. Naturally, it suits his boyfriend. Almost everything does. A tarsus carefully drags down the chain, a pointed pinprick of a claw poking through the holes against bared skin. Not enough to leave a mark, but just enough to tease. ]
Maybe a little, [ he murmurs, tone playful. ] Your boy has a few booboos you could tend to right now, if you wanted. Not sure if magic will do the trick, though. Guess youβll have to kiss them better, the old-fashioned way.
[ And, with a heave of his hips, he flips over onto his back, Arachne limbs steadying Jonas atop him. Itβs uncomfortable, being on his back; the two spider legs jut out in thick stalks from his shoulder blades, making it almost impossible for him to lie supine properly. But a little discomfort is worth it, for moments like these. For the weight bearing down on him in just the right place, for the chance to admire tanned skin glowing in the sunlight filtering through the bedroom windows. To spend time with Jonas, as much as their disparate schedules allow. ]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
action
1/3
they have to live with those thoughts and feelings every day. he should be so lucky to even have a fraction of them shared with him, so he knows how hard they work to overcome them daily.)
Hm? (jonas almost doesn't notice it hanging there, a necklaceβamulet, a more alert section of his brain suppliesβinlaid with an emerald, reaching for it with a gentle lift of the trinket off of his doorknob.) Uh, Stiles?
2/3
...
3/3
so he does.)
Did you buy me a necklace? (amulet.) Amulet? How much was this?
no subject
Iβm sleeeeeeping, [ comes the lie, muffled by a pillow. ] But if I was awake β which Iβm not, for the record β then Iβd tell you it was free.
[ Unable to roll onto his back because of the Arachne limbs (never mind the very pleasant weight on top of him, down boy), he settles for craning his head around in an attempt to look at Jonas. ]
β¦What do you think? [ He wets his lips nervously. ] It was a gift from the protector of the forest, CrΓ©ia. It should boost your healing magic. Cool, right?
no subject
the emerald sits starkly against sun-kissed skin, a pretty pairing with his mother's ring that clinks against it when he hinges down onto an elbow. mindful of where arachne limbs fall and clasp to his hipβstill a foreign feeling, at times alarming, but taken well enough in strideβjonas rests there a moment before turning his face into a head of brown hair.
noses in with a huff of a sigh, ignoring the way it tempts a quicker pulse out of him, bond's emotional feedback endlessly fond.) All the better to heal your booboos with, right? Damn, you must really like me.
no subject
Maybe a little, [ he murmurs, tone playful. ] Your boy has a few booboos you could tend to right now, if you wanted. Not sure if magic will do the trick, though. Guess youβll have to kiss them better, the old-fashioned way.
[ And, with a heave of his hips, he flips over onto his back, Arachne limbs steadying Jonas atop him. Itβs uncomfortable, being on his back; the two spider legs jut out in thick stalks from his shoulder blades, making it almost impossible for him to lie supine properly. But a little discomfort is worth it, for moments like these. For the weight bearing down on him in just the right place, for the chance to admire tanned skin glowing in the sunlight filtering through the bedroom windows. To spend time with Jonas, as much as their disparate schedules allow. ]