(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. ]
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so he does.)
Did you buy me a necklace? (amulet.) Amulet? How much was this?
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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?
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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.
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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. ]