The door swings open, quick and fluid, and Jon knows Elias has been waiting there for him. Jon asked for him to be there and he is; framed in the doorway like a manor lord with his blood red robe and his black silk slippers. He is ever so slightly taller than Jon and he is gazing down at him dark and hungry and Jon is sinking into the floor. Jon feels like he barely comes up to Elias’s knees beneath that gaze. Just a child again. Helpless.“Hello there, little fly,” Elias says, the tip of his tongue flicking wet along his bottom lip. Jon is paralyzed watching the tips of his teeth flicker in and out of sight as he speaks, catching yellow in the lamplight. “Won’t you come in?”
This is a Jon Elias focused vignette written originally by user WhyNotFly on Ao3.org
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