Reverse (Jonathan Christopher Morgenstern fanfic)

The Witch and the Wardrobe

I could get used to being a prisoner. I could get use to sleeping on the soft bed that has eliminated my back pain that I got from the rock hard mattresses they have in all the rooms at the institute. I could get use to taking long hot showers everyday. I could definitely get use to sitting by the windowsill and drinking hot chocolate every morning–

"Eck! What is this? Poison!" I said

"It's coffee" Jonathan said as he jumped on the couch by the windowsill right next to me

"What!"

"It's a drink made from the roasted and ground beanlike seeds of a tropical shrub, served hot or iced, according to some dictionary somewhere"

"I know what coffee is. I meant what happened to my hot chocolate?"

"The girl who broke my coffeemaker–"

"Mia"

"Yeah her, she finally sent me a new one after months. So I decided to make coffee. If you want hot chocolate, make it yourself"

"Fine I will–" then I realized what a nuisance it is to make and then wash the dishes that the hot chocolate was made in. My lazy heart and my whole lazy body did not appreciate all that work. "I will enjoy this warm cup of coffee today!" I took a sip and spat it right out "Why is this not warm?"

"I made it at 9 o'clock in the morning and now it's 12, you do the math"

"Why would you say that! You know that I hate math! I will just grab an apple"

Now it was about five in the evening and I was still sitting by the windowsill. It started to snow, but it was light, melting as soon as it touched the ground. In New York I loved watching the first snow before everything gets mucky and you can't leave your house for days since the snow is blocking the front door. I sat there with a pen in my hand drawing everything and anything that came to my mind on my other hand. Today I covered my whole arm with the whole Solar System. Starting with the Sun on my wrist and making my way down. On my palm I drew a Parabatai rune. I like drawing runes on myself, tracing the white scars the Steele leaves behind. And I also like to draw the runes that I will never get to wear.

"Are you drawing the Parabatai rune on yourself? Oh! Are you dropping hints here? Because Human Resources won't approve of Prisoner–Jailer relations" he sounded just like an annoying crow

"You know you sound just like an annoying crow" I said

"Move over" and I did as he took a seat right next to me

"I just draw it because I think it looks pretty. I don't actually want a Parabatai"

"And why not?" He took a hold of my hand and started tracing the whole Solar System with his fingers, starting with the Sun in my wrist and making his way down. His touch sent tingles down my spine. Then he got closer, observing and admiring the little details in the little planets that decorated my arms. Then he looked up at me and you could see his dark eyes gleaming due to the sunshine–wait! What was I talking about again?

"Why don't not you want a Parabatai?" He asked again. The Parabatai thing! I remember now

"It's too much of a sacrifice, and it's too much commitment. I don't think I will ever find a person that I want to be attached to until death. That's just scary" I answered

"You could die from Ink poisoning, you know?" He said after few minutes

"Even if I do I will die due to having beautiful skin, and that's the way to go" We didn't say anything after that. He was too busy looking at all the different drawings that painted my hand, it was almost like he had never seen anything like this before. "Have you never drawn on your skin before?" I broke the silence