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[the line is from a fic by @/Rauchendes_GNU on ao3]
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@jonmartinweek day 6 - eldritch powers | caretaking
day 7 - ten years later | martin's poetry
10 years later - after surviving an apocalypse and what could be considered death, healing as an act of rebirth - martin still pulls the bullshit "lonely hands" move 😶🌫️
[Start ID: Two drawings of Jon and Martin from The Magnus Archives in blue hues. Jon is a average sized Persian man with curly hair tied back into a messy bun and multiple scars. He has a thick mustache and lighter beard, with streaks of grey in his facial hair and eyebrows, and wears rectangular glasses and a large sweater. Martin is a fat mixed Polish/Korean man with shaggy hair pulled back into a headband, several beauty marks on his skin, and a patchy mustache (beard not visible). There are streaks of gray in his eyebrows. He wears browline glasses and a simple t-shirt. Both Jon and Martin have matching bands on their left ring fingers. 1st image: Jon stands at a counter watching a mug of tea, an arrow points stating "waiting for tea to steep". Steam from the mug flows to the side and Jon wonders, "Did I leave a window open?" as the temperature presumably drops. In the steam cloud, Martin appears behind Jon in a fog-like state, reaching a vaguely shaped hand out. 2nd image: Martin grabs Jon (punctuated by GRAB with a heart), shoving one hand into his sweater collar and the other underneath his sweater. He smirks, singing, "Cold hands!". Streaks of fog trail behind him. Jon shouts at the sudden cold, "M-MARTIN!! You're freezing!", and shivers all over, one hand gripping Martin's arm and the other flailing beside him. Hair can be seen where his stomach and upper chest is exposed. End ID.]
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