#* JS V3. face are strange when you're a stranger.
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@miindframe sent “Easy, or you’ll hyperventilate." (Elias @ Jon)
star trek: voyager / accepting.
“I’m fine,” Jon snaps. Well, he tries to snap, but the shakiness in his voice and the way he stumbles back from Elias removes any bite. “Just--- don’t touch me.” That’s what started this whole mess in the first place. All it took was someone unexpectedly brushing against him in the library to send him into a panic, and it’s so stupid, so pathetic--- Jon presses a hand to his mouth, trying to stifle the short, sharp breaths. “I’m fine,” he repeats raggedly. “I’m fine, so leave me alone.”
#miindframe#panic attacks //#panic attack //#ask to tag //#* IN CHARA. jon.#* ANSWERS. jon.#* JS V3. face are strange when you're a stranger.
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@miindframe sent ‘i don’t want to talk about it. i don’t want to remember. i don’t want to heal. all i want is for it to go away.’ (michael @ jon)
growling suggestions / not accepting.
“okay michael. it’s okay,” jon says, voice soft and low. his voice only sounds the tiniest bit pained when he says, “i won’t ask anymore.” it goes against his nature to leave questions unasked, but he can manage in this case. he understands wanting to forget certain painful events --- he wishes he could forget the scars on his face, the dull ache in his leg, and the worms and woman that caused them. he wishes he could forget the sight of so much blood splattered everywhere. “i’m sorry,” he adds quietly. “i shouldn’t have pushed.”
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@miindframe sent ❝no one’s ever done that to me before.❞ (Michael @ Jon)
touch starved / accepting.
Jon makes a noise, muffled against the unnatural line of Michael’s shoulder. It takes conscious effort to swallow down the static buzz of compulsion when he asks, “What, you mean a hug ?” He squeezes slightly, uncertain of how Michael will react to the that and the gesture as a whole. “Hugs are comforting for humans. Reassuring. I suppose I need that.” He takes a deep breath, fingers curling in the fabric of Michael’s shirt. “Nikola Orsinov stopped by for a visit. She wants me to find the skin Gertrude stole from her. She made it clear that she’ll be very unhappy if I don’t.”
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@miindframe / cont’d.
“Oh, Archivist,” Michael croons, voice travelling too far for how quiet it is being. “That isn’t true,” it chides, laughing. Its laugh is double-toned and itchy; a record skipping. “Most humans can be pressed into accepting their own death or someone else’s quite easily.”
Michael suddenly tilts its head to the side in one sharp motion, face splitting into a too-wide smile with too many teeth. “Are you afraid of dying, Archivist?” It isn’t a concept that the Spiral is familiar with, not really. Humans fear death, of course, but humans can be made to fear a lot of things. “If you are so afraid, why do you bother facing anything yourself, especially when you have such willingly expendable… things at your disposal?”
As always, Michael’s laugh sends a stab of--- something through his skull. Not quite pain but close to it. “Not often. Humans tend to fight the end with everything in them. People are generally too invested in living to accept death.” He’d read enough statements to know that. “Besides, you’re indifferent, not accepting. There’s a difference.”
Michael’s quick, sharp motion makes Jonathan twitch, and the scar Michael left behind aches. “Of course I am. I’m still human.” He is, even if he... wonders, sometimes. Jonathan’s brows furrow at that before he realizes what Michael means. “No. Tim and Martin and Melanie are not expendable. I won’t let them get hurt or worse if I can help it, especially not for me.”
#miindframe#* IN CHARA. jon.#* JS V3. face are strange when you're a stranger.#* 01. JON & miindframe.
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@analyticallyminded / jonathan & jemma / pre-plotted starter.
Jon’s been gone a month. It’s only been a month since the Stranger kidnapped him, but it feels like it’s been so much longer. He’s at Jemma’s though, he’s safe, and--- Jon takes a shuddering breath and leans back against the front door. He wants this to be real, but part of him is worried this is all a hallucination. A way to escape being tied down by things that weren’t quite human, who had an awful interest in his skin.
He shudders at the memory of hard plastic fingers digging into his skin before a sudden, awful thought hits him. “Jemma ?” He leans forward, studying her face intently. Her eyes are right, alive, and when he touches her cheek, her skin is warm and familiar. Her hair is the same too, soft and fine as he recalls. “You’re still... you’re still you, right ?”
#analyticallyminded#* IN CHARA. jon.#* 01. JON & analyticallyminded.#* JS V3. face are strange when you're a stranger.
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@miindframe sent 👫 - holds my muse’s hand (Michael @ Jon. I will continue to be soft and nothing can stop me)
touch starved / accepting.
Jon is half dozing on the couch, leaning against the unnatural angles of Michael’s shoulder, when he feels a large hand close around his. He jolts in surprise, glancing up at Michael’s face then the hand holding his. He can’t remember the last time he held someone’s hand, and it feels... nice. Jon twines their fingers together a little uncertainly, not sure how Michael will react to that or him adjusting his grip. “Where did you figure out how to hold hands ?” he asks, voice warm and rough with sleep.
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@miindframe sent ❛ I really don’t know why it’s such a big deal, though. ❜ (Michael @ Jon)
marina: electra heart / not accepting.
"Its a big deal," Jon grouses, arms folded over his chest, "because one of these days, you're going to give me a heart attack doing that." He glares up at that familiar face, framed by deceptively angelic blond curls, peering down at him from his own bed. With an irritated sigh, Jon pushes himself up from his bedroom floor. "As I've told you. Repeatedly."
As much as he's grown to... enjoy Michael's company over the past few months, waking up nose-to-nose with him is rather disconcerting. Especially since Jon is almost completely certain Michael doesn't actually sleep. "Rolling off the bed and landing flat on my back gets very old very quickly."
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@miindframe sent 002. — Stab my muse. (Michael @ Jon 🤷♀️ had to happen at some point)
violent action starters / not accepting.
The sound that escapes Jon isn't quite a scream, but it's short, sharp and articulate with shock. "M-Michael," Jon stammers, hand dropping to the razor sharp finger buried in his side. It's like being cut with a particularly sharp knife. He doesn't even realize what happened until he feels blood slick his skin and sees the expression on Michael's face. Even though it's a stupid idea, Jon grips the digit and gathers static behind his teeth. "Why?"
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