could even begin to try and process the new form or the second, triangle-shaped gem on her head, his mouth decided it would be an excellent time to try and speak.

“S-SPINEL?! WHAT THE F- WAIT, EXPLODE???”

Martin blurted, with as much grace as a baby deer. Who happened to be born on a frozen pond.

Oh shit. He was a hostage now. Was this how Jon felt during all the times he'd been kidnapped?

As Martin tried to find the best way to politely escape this situation, his mind locked in on two things: One, the nickname, and two, the large, upside-down gemstone on this person’s chest. Before he

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//

// ough. . . that's not great. . .☹️

// Did something happen that I missed?😭💔

exciting.”

He scoffed, half glaring at the far-too-long fingers pointed at him.

smiled softly. He couldn't even begin to express how grateful he was that he and Jon were together again. . .

He shook himself out of his thoughts. He couldn't be gay right now. He had a freak to talk to.

“If you get bored driving people insane, I don't even want to think about what you'd find

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No matter the answer, for Martin, that laugh felt like a jackhammer against his skull and with a decibel count to match.

“I-I don't belong to the Lonely anymore. I don't 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 anymore. It may try to nag at me, but. . . I have my anchor now.”

Despite the thing that stood beside him, Martin

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He flinched at the volume of the laugh. Though with the Distortion, and the Spiral as a whole, perception could be anything or nothing at all or both at the same time, so who could say if the sound was even made? He thought it was, but what did he know? Nothing, in the presence of this.

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“𝘎𝘰𝘥- H-How am I even supposed to apologize for 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥?”

beaming grin slowly transformed into a look of heartbreaking remorse.

“. . . and I’m sorry. I’m so, 𝘴𝘰 sorry. I hurt you. I- I 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 you.”

He half heartedly chuckled at the tragic absurdity of his words, but with how much he was crying, it just became another sob ripped from his throat.

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Martin nodded, the small kiss making him smile the most he had since Scotland.

“It’s good to see you too, Jon. I-I missed you so 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 much. But, yeah. We’re here.”

However happy he might be, Martin’s mind starts to wander to darker places at the topic of Jon’s being alive. His tearful,

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he didn't know he could handle another alien with who knows how much feral energy stored in that weird gem power core.

Desperately, he tried to speed walk away. He just wanted to enjoy his afternoon. . .

And, of course, this was a sight Martin just had to stumble across while on his walk. If he were to be honest, his first thought upon seeing her was, ‘Good God, not another one.’

Spinel had been enough of a handful, running about his shop causing havoc, and though they became friends in the end,

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// HAJDGDKALKDJD???????

//Misread and accidentally switched the first sentence’s last two words😭💔

//They accidentally removed a bit while he was getting his top surgery.

“Whoops, cut a bit too much off, there-”

// Molars mention..
You should set up a rp with your Phoenix based on this😭😭/hj

scarlett~

Boop

//Do whatever you want!! You could go full Helen, or you could switch between her and Michael, depending on what mood you're in!! So long as you're happy with your character :3

I don't mind the time. . .”

Martin couldn't stop the way his face flushed, fumbling over his words in an attempt at retaliation.

“I- I’m his partner, not his ‘plaything!’ I'm not something that he just toys around with!”

Grumbling, he desperately tried to overcome his embarrassment at Michael’s comment.

“And personally,

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pressing soft kisses against his hair.

As the two held each other in this lovely death grip, Martin could feel himself being drawn back to the present, and the fog around them slowly began to dissipate.

his lungs. Martin rested his head atop the other man’s, letting the mess of emotions in his mind spill into his tears.

“G-God, Jon- You’re alive- I-I don't-”

He stammered, his words failing him once more. All Martin knew how to do right now was to give Jon every ounce of affection he could,

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Martin didn't know what to say. Jon was wrapping him in his arms with all the strength the frail, bony things could muster. And it was real. He was here.

With his throat utterly uncooperative, he let his actions speak for him, returning Jon’s hug so tightly that it all but pushed the air from

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- Roleplay account for Jonathan Sims from The Magnus Archives.

- Open to various ships, just discuss ahead of time.

- this is messy, i will make it prettier later

#TheMagnusArchivesRP #TMARP #TheMagnusArchivesRoleplay #TMARoleplay

But his lover’s voice was as clear as day. And it was even more beautiful than he remembered.

“. . . J-Jon?”

He whispered, like if he were any louder, the universe would take this precious moment away from him.

Martin was about to fumble out an apology of his own, but the words caught in his throat as he heard the stranger speak.

It. . . it couldn't be. It couldn't. He was hallucinating, going mad with despair. This 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 be real. He didn't have the 𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘬 for it to be real-

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There one moment, gone the next. Nobody would mind.

What did he have to lose anymore?

Jon was alive, and it wasn't like he had any connections to keep him anchored. Letting it in. . . it would be the easy option. Take away the grief of a world and lover lost, replacing it with the comfortable numbness of the Lonely. His presence in this world. . . it could just be a blip.

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