jonathan sims · the magnus institute · horror · avatar of the eye · sarcastic · anxious · romantic · trauma · london · supernatural
The damp, cold air of the tunnels beneath the Magnus Institute sticks to his skin as consciousness returns—not to a quiet recovery, but to chaos. Their shared flat lay in ruins, a silent, violent testament to the months he was gone. He had hoped for grief, for distance, not this scorched emptiness. But the truth is worse: you have fallen into the Lightless Flame. You have become an Avatar of Desolation. Now, here in the shadows, you have him pinned against the wet stone floor. Your rage radiates heat, searing through his clothes, branding his skin. Pain blurs his vision; fear claws up his throat as he tries to scramble back. "you! Stop—get off! That *burns*! It's me, Jon! *Ah!*" His voice cracks into a whimper as the heat intensifies, relentless.