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The Persaud-Rivas House @jonahxrivas

Really, this whole marriage has just given a certain witch a new direction in which to channel his kitsch. It’s almost as if someone were doing a production of The Little Mermaid but had to recycle their Edwin Drood set.

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for: @xsureshxsoundsx location: holiday markets

Bringing a candle close, Jonah oooh'ed at the scent of this one, the same reaction he had given to the three others that preceded it. Choices were hard to make when everything was good, especially with these local market stalls and last minute shopping. He hadn't meant to leave it off till the end, but with so much on his mind he still hadn't crossed off all the names just yet. Spotting a familiar face amongst the crowd, Jonah gave Suresh a friendly wave, "Hey! Doing some last minute shopping as well? Or just out and about?" Readjusting the tote bag so it wouldn't slip again, the movement gave way for his sweater to be displayed in all its glory, "Can I ask you for a favour if you can spare a minute? Which is better to you?" he asked with a point to the selection of candles in front of him, "I can't seem to decide and you have good taste."

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for: @cantfightmoonlight - leyla location: carriage rides

"I got treats," Jonah said with a smile to Leyla, and he didn't mean his sweater for a change. In preparation for the ride Jonah brought along blankets and warm drinks for them both, "We deserve this, don't you think?" He certainly thought so. While they weren't strangers nor was meeting each other done once in a blue moon, it was done more so in between bouts of stopping by for coffee at the Daily Drip, or pausing for a quick chat when out and about, checking on each other after chaotic town events, things like that. The two of them had made plans to properly hang out for the holidays and stuck to it. "I'm glad these came back for another year," he said as the empty carriage rolled to a stop, and offered a free hand out for Leyla to take, "Shall we?"

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Watching a tray of shots approach near where he sat, Jonah debated heavily to take one or not, but by the time he could step forward off it went to other patrons, ones that were actually enjoying themselves and the atmosphere that came with the event, unlike him, who, after spotting both Ben and Bri, just really really wanted to leave. The longer he stayed, the more out of place he began to feel, what had started off as a fun and funny way to support his colleague snowballed into a point that was securely in the comedic zone, and goddamn was he a clown.

Making up up his mind to actually, properly, leave, it was unfortunate timing that someone pull his attention into a conversation, truly just his terrible luck that it also happened to be the host. Ever the polite person, Jonah remained and gave the other an awkward chuckle in return, "Yea-Yeah, you should definitely win." He really didn't need to scan his frame to check out the outfit, he already knew it hardly covered anything. A genuine laugh did follow after what was said, Jonah dismissing that almost instantly with a point to his outfit, "With this? The crown is a thousand percent yours. Trust me. I'm not even going to bother to enter."

Where: Sexy Santa Con Who: Open (@lunarcovestarters)

"Welcome in, and Merry Christmas Eve, ya filthy animals!" Xavier called out from the bar as the crowd came in. To say he was smug about the fact that he'd snatched the Santa Con crown from Eclipse would be an understatement, but Sinners was hands down the perfect venue for it. And in true Xavier Carter fashion, he was half naked even in themed attire, as was his staff. He'd tripled up on booze, had food already coming out from the kitchen, the DJ was blaring only the hottest songs for tonight's occasion. Everyone he saw wandering in looked incredible, so now it was his goal to keep the vibes right. After downing another glass of whiskey, he sent his employees around with trays of shots and finger foods as he started making his rounds to personally greet people.

"No offense to everyone else, but as the host, I should obviously be at the top of the list for sexiest Santa, right?" He declared to whoever was next to him, and then once he glanced at them and gave them a proper once over, he furrowed his brows. "Hey, good lookin'. Trying to steal my crown?"

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"Thanks!" he beamed a smile back looking down to sweater, "It's a new addition this year but I love it. Hmm? Why do I want to leave? Well, look at me..." he pointed to his outfit with a laugh, "I'm very out of place. I got dragged here by my co-workers and well, I think I supported them enough. They want to be bold, I'm good." Besides no amount of support could make them win he realised quick not with all the other contestants. "Anyway, if I wanted sexy," he continued voicing out his thoughts from a moment ago, "I'd go home to Rohan. Won't be coming back though. Oh? You're leaving to change into another outfit? Does someone have the same outfit as you?"

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Dilan had to admit she was surprised to see Jonah here of all people, but maybe he was letting himself have some fun for once. Glancing over him as she took in his fish themed sweater and gave a laugh. “Cute sweater.” She complimented as she continued to zip up the coat. “Yes?” Questioning as he said her name, she raised an eyebrow at him. “Thank you.” Thankful that he wasn’t fighting her on the coat. “Oh you ant to leave too? Why?” She questioned curiously. “I mean I get why I want to leave, but I plan to come back after I change.”

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It needn't be delusions of grandeur to want something nice for a change, especially when it came to this time of year. Christmas in their new home deserved to be special, and Jonah was determined to make it so for Rohan. Trees, decorations, and all the festive cheer, anything that would help to put aside the feeling of dread and dismay of events gone by, even if for a little while since permanency couldn't be granted such things he hoped would bring joy. He wanted to fell it too, and with the smell of pine and a cozy sweater, it was beginning to take effect. Easily pulled out of his thoughts as he walked through the trees, Jonah chuckled at the voice, "It's once a year," he offered his opinion, "Why not go big? I'm going all out myself this season. Unless you go big for other holidays, I say don't skimp out. Or at least go medium?" Jonah added with a look to the other tress near them, "That way you'll still have space."

He almost bent in half peering at one of the smallest trees available. Óscar had put off the tree purchases because they had been unfortunately so distracted for the last few weeks, but it was better late than never. Not to mention these ones, shorter than even himself, were on sale. "... Should I go big? Díos. Maybe I should, so that I don't feel like I have to go home! Empty-handed. I mean." His fingertips fluffed in the needles, then winced and pulled back; the banshee was trying really hard to get his holiday cheer back. No shadow people, none, none! "I have so many gifts that I want to wrap and I need the space, but ..." These simple choices felt so good to get hung up on. All of the bright red mistletoe in the world couldn't distract him from the just cause. / @lunarcovestarters , mistletoe & street shopping at just in bloom .

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aquarium date? sorry, I mean museum date? sorry, I mean planetarium date? sorry, I mean botanical garden date? sorry, I mean grocery shopping together? sorry, I mean

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"I'm real swell with my humanness, thank you so much," Jonah stated, giving her two thumbs up far too enthusiastically that a beat later turned into ok signs. Could he blame the tiredness for that response? What other excuse did he have to act that way to something maybe she wasn't even serious about? He couldn't pinpoint it, could be a combination if he thought about it, exhaustion mixed in with continued nightmares of everything this town brought, the tip being offers, off-handed or otherwise, and expectations to turn to be someone better, stronger, faster, someone he was incapable of being. "Nearly died once a vampire bit me, would like to not have that happen again. I want to have a good look at the world before everything goes dark." He added on a little more quieter but what was quiet for those that had enhanced hearing. "We'll find them, or I should say, I know you will. I can only to assist as best as I can." The only thing he could offer was time. "Mmh, yeah," he answered with a nod as they moved further into the woods, and he looked to anything that could serve as clues or hints to missing's whereabouts. "I'd turn Siren without hesitation if such a thing could be possible."

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"Thank you. You're always there to catch me when I start spiraling," Rohan murmured softly, but really, wordsmith he was, he could not properly articulate just how much Jonah really meant to him. His husband was his rock, his very foundation, and when Jonah promised it, Rohan really did believe that everything could be okay. "Family's important, isn't it? We have to protect it."

Rohan smiled too, his face lighting up as they continued. "I completely agree. I just...I want to provide stability. I feel like, like, maybe we have to create the world we want to live in, don't we? Put positivity back into it?" He knew how important it was to have a place to call home, how much it had meant to him growing up. And ducking his head, Rohan held more tightly onto Jonah, still grinning from ear to ear. He really did hope he would be an amazing father; he dared hope as much. "Okay. Okay! We can make some phone calls. We'll have to prepare one of the bedrooms. Get everything all set. I'm sure they'll want to come by and do an inspection, and...I'm getting ahead of myself." He wrinkled up his nose.

Nodding against his husband's chest, he gave a low hum. "I know that logically. But...I was once a spirit raiser. I understand how energies cling to places and people and objects. There's so much darkness in there. Rebuild, they say. It's like Theseus," he murmured, but he could not help but let out a laugh as Jonah spoke about ZOOM. "I can't make a weird face. I'm far too handsome," he teased. "I promise. Always. I will always come back to you."

Rohan clicked his tongue. "You're Dr. Persaud-Rivas. The stationary! Cada día te quiero más." He did not feel like he deserved to still be a light to anyone, in truth, but for now, he would take it. "I'm the lucky one. You're every dream I've ever had come true. And you know what? I'm tired of unpacking. Let's do something else."

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The mystery of how and why Jonah ended up at Sinners could easily be solved by three shots of Vodka and an extremely carefree colleague. One who, despite not needing to do so, decided to get a head start on New Year's resolutions of being bold and daring by dragging him and a few others to the Santa Con to support by throwing democracy aside for what they claimed would be fun. It was not fun. Dressed in his sweater, entirely the wrong vibe, Jonah felt like a fish out of water. Why was he here? If he needed sexy, he'd find Rohan.

Snapping out at seeing someone grab his co-workers coat, wide-eyed he turned to stop the other only to realise this was actually fine. "Dilan!" He nodded as she zipped up, not commenting on anything else but letting her take it, "Yeah, yeah, no worries..." he turned to the stage briefly and seeing the others enjoying themselves, Jonah figured a coat would be the least of their concerns. "I wanted to leave too... should.. can we go?"

Where: Sexy Santa Who: Open starter (@lunarcovestarters)

Panic set in after Leyla’s comments about her outfit, she found herself feeling slightly embarrassed. She was showing too much skin and had went too far with this. Feeling her cheeks turning red the longer she stood in public, with people staring at her like this and she made a dash to the bar. “This was a mistake.” She said quietly before grabbing the nearest coat closet to her. “I’m taking this.” She informed them before sliding the coat on and zipping it up. “I need to get out of here like now. I’ll bring it back once I’ve changed.” 

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"Exactly," he agreed with a light laugh. Boxes aside, excitement didn't need to made or found, all Jonah really wanted was domestic days, there's been so much lately and looking forward to quiet days with his husband became the new goal. "Not at all corny, that's natural really. I don't have any real siblings, Bri is pretty much like a sister to me, and I'd do anything I can to make sure she's safe. You're a good big brother, I'm sure she'll tell you the same. We can't rewrite the past, but this here, the fact that you're trying hard now is proof."

For his efforts in not bringing up a topic so to not give Rohan potential extra worries, Jonah's face lit up when it was spoken on, smile solid and clear, he nodded, "That'd be wonderful, truly, I was in a similar mind about it. With everything that's happened there's too much destruction and damage, and we have this lovely home now, it seems fitting that we provide a sense of safety and comfort to kids who've seen too much chaos." While he knew it couldn't be stopped, that bad things will still continue to happen despite their best efforts but to provide a safe environment where kids wouldn't have to worry is something they could do. "You'll be an amazing one too." Though he didn't know how fathers should be, having not had one, Jonah knew at least how a good parent should be, and with Rohan by his side, there was no worry about this. "We should look into this. I'm with you all the way."

Shaking his head with a laugh, Jonah did drop the topic. For now. He was sure it'll come back around so, and his answer will be much the same; telling Rohan there was nothing but goodness within him. "Yeah, I'll check in with them, I'm sure there'll be something." His heart ached the way Rohan fell inwards into himself, and wished there was something, anything that he could do to ease the situation, make it better somehow, but after the damage was done repairs could only fix so much, the physical condition of the Playhouse might improve over time but the way it would feel, Jonah knew that couldn't go back to the way it was. Not entirely. "You did take care of it, it's everything else that couldn't be controlled, that's not in you, okay?" Offering a small, hopefully reassuring smile, Jonah pressed on, "You can travel, you should, what if ZOOM freezes and you're stuck making a weird face? I can't have that for you. It'll be fine, but promise me you'll be careful outside, with hunters and all that comes woth leaving the mirage. I need you back."

The sentiment was absolutely a shared one, "I enjoy being Mr. Persaud-Rivas too, this liftime and all others, you're my lighthouse, mi amor, I'll always be drawn to you." Smiling warmly, he nodded, "Well, that's settled then! And, you're already very dreamy, I got very lucky."

Rohan sighed, but he could not help the mischievous smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Yes, you're right. There would be so many boxes. And we have not been married long enough to need to search for excitement, babe." He wrinkled up his nose, but his tone was teasing. A soft nod followed, and Rohan gave Jonah's hand a squeeze. They would be okay. He could genuinely believe that as long as he was beside the other. His own features hardened, though, a perturbed furrow playing across his brow. "I know. I know. But I'm just...big brothers are supposed to protect their sisters, aren't they? Is that corny? I don't know. I'm new at it. But I couldn't protect her all her life, and now, now, I just...I want to be better. I want to be what I always should have been," he admitted weakly. Settling into Jonah's space, he looked up to meet his husband's eye. "Huh? Oh....Oh! Yes. What I mean is, I want...look, I think of how many children are out there. Maybe even witch kids like me. Affected by the hunters. I want to be able to provide a good home, even if it's just a temporary one. Security. I want to...fill this place with so much joy and laughter and safety and raise a family, however it looks, with you." He cupped Jonah's cheek. "You're going to be such an amazing father. I know it. And I would love to start to look into it if you wanted to."

Staring into Jonah's face, Rohan felt his heart ache; he would give anything to be able to take away every burden that plagued him. But all he could do was try to be a physical presence, to hold him up and shoulder as much as he could. "Fine. Then we're good. Discussion over. Look at us. What a healthy fight." He smiled.

Eyes fluttering closed, Rohan accepted and returned the kiss. "I love you. Desperately," he murmured. "Could you talk the Coalition? I know they have self-defense initiatives...maybe not knife-throwing. But as long as I'm unaffiliated, I think I technically fall under their purview too." He shrugged, a weak gesture, before retreating a bit. "I've thought about it quite a bit. That place just fill me with so much negativity. I don't know. I promise I won't do anything rash, okay? I just don't want to...let it perish because I couldn't take care of it, I guess." In truth, it felt already perished. "Maybe I'll submit to a few Artistic Directors I know. Get something staged outside of Lunar Cove. I won't be traveling; don't worry. ZOOM does wonders now."

Nestling against him after they kissed again, listening to the steady thumping of his heart, Rohan laughed. "Good. I already ordered all the stationary. I really love being Mr. Persaud-Rivas. If I'm never anything else again, being yours is so much more than I could have ever asked for," he whispered. "You're right. She really...hit us where it hurt. But you know what? Here is okay. This house is officially our safe haven. In here, we can be as dreamy and idealistic as we want. I decree it."

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"That I'll accept," he agreed with a nod, "No obligations sounds divine." He knew himself well enough to know that despite that, he would still find a way to work, "Does no obligation mean forced relaxation? Because that becomes an obligation in a way, right?" He decided he was losing it. But at Frankie's comments, he waved off the apology with an easy brush of his hands, "No no, you're correct with that assessment. I'm on my fourth for today. Too much and too little at the same time."

He let a low laugh through, "No wrong with that either." Which confirmed that he wasn't fine yet he couldn't expand on that just yet. "Life sounds great when you put it that way." At her question, however, that came not longer after saying no follow up questions, Jonah smiled a little, "Thank you but I'm actually alright. The 'it's fine' is not entirely a filler answer. Sure, I could use some sleep instead of another coffee but I'm going to go for that fifth. Is there anything I can do for you though? I know given everything it must've been a busy time for you."

"What if the eighth day was, like, a day of no obligation? That sounds truly magical to me," Frankie agreed, partially feeling honest and partially being contrary. "Your eye twitching could be related to that or you could need supplements. Or maybe you've had too much caffeine." A playful wince spread across her face. "Sorry. None of my business."

It was tempered with an eyebrow arched above its seat on her brow line. "Never take 'it's fine' at face value," she either quipped or opined, depending on how he wanted to take the statement. It was easy enough to shrug off with his followup. "We're here on an eighth-day afternoon, tolerating fine and asking no further questions." She bit her lip. "Except... is there any way I can help?"

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for: @nicocastillo location: the beach

"Last one in is a blobfish!"

The remark came entirely with jest, to, both, his friend and the fish. Jonah clapped Nico on the back before heading into the ocean, not really caring who was in first or last but caring too much with the way things had been. Water, of course, was near freezing but it sent a refreshing shock through him, and much like the silliness of the comment made, he felt, this was necessary in a way to lighten the bleak mood that had hung overhead, foolish perhaps, to want to do so, but so was the pair's beach trip in mid-december.

Though there was an abundance of it at the present moment, it wasn't peace in its entirety that Jonah felt as the waves gently rocked his surfboard in place, a contentment perhaps, one that was unavoidable when in the ocean but it was something other than static. Not even the season could stop them from catching a couple waves, much needed he felt since there had hardly been a moment of respite for the past couple months but this: feet in the water and eyes to the sky — it was nice.

"You're not a blobfish by the way," Jonah said just to say something, "They get a bad rap actually. They're perfectly normal in their natural environment but take them out and place them somewhere else? That's when things look a bit funky."

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Priorities were absolutely in check when, with the widest grin, Jonah realised his sweaters made it through safely in the move. Against all odds, this has become something of a tradition to him now, and to mark this moment Jonah added a few more to the collection for extra seasonal spirit. Shellabrate the good times, Covians, while there's still time! ( Click for even more facts! )

#JustJonahThings   —   Sweaters

As a kid, most would have a phase where they hyper fixate on one thing, be it dinosaurs or robots or what have you, and with age they fade over time…unless you’re Jonah. Now take that love for all things marine and combine it with all things festive, and you get one excited scientist. So, Merry Fishmas Lunar Cove! Jonah will be sporting various sweaters, some ugly, some cute, but all come with an interesting fact if you stop for a chat! ( Click the sweaters for facts! ) 

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"Even as a joke I cannot entertain the possibility of an eight day in a week, I will lose my mind in the most terrible of ways. I think my eye is already twitching." It like was not, Jonah was greatly exaggerating especially given at a certain point in his life he had wanted an extra days to do things, but right now, with exhaustion weighed so heavily, the idea was far too sad. "Glad to have answered your question though, I've forgotten what I said."

Her question was met with a beat of silence, which he could only hope did not come across as a 'what do you think' since his expression readout would likely be blank, but the pause was for him to think on how he actually was. "A great question." The shrug that met in answer was an accurate representation, "Not necessarily complicated, unless you don't take 'it's fine' at face value." Things were moving and he moved along with them, whether he wholly registered days passing was another matter entirely. His nose crinkled slightly, "It sounds like I'm being cryptic, I'm not."

Frankie's laugh was both hesitant and unintentional, which could've been a result of her exhaustion or the fact it wasn't all that funny there were two of them out here in the world who legitimately couldn't answer the question.

"I think you answered my question," she said, stretching her legs out in front of her though she sat on the cold, hard ground. It felt good. The cool seeping through her pants actually sort of made her feel alive. Or something nearly alive. "Someday is the eighth day of the week. Good enough."

She tipped her head back on her shoulders, feeling the pull of tightened muscles through her neck and shoulders while her face turned toward the sky. She sighed. "Would asking how you are be less complicated, or no?"

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"Happens to the best of us." Jonah was not the judging type and it wasn't anything he could judge her for, not when such a thing happened to him far too many times to even count. "I will admit to no such thing..." He tried to lie but eventually with a laugh and a sheepish expression, the confession rolled out, "In my defence...okay, there is no excuse, I wasn't really pay attention and took a couple wrong turns. Is that getting lost?" Maybe getting lost in his head but this town should've been familiar enough to him by now. "Would you like company? Hasn't been very safe out lately, but if being alone is the preference, I'll continue on my way."

"Sorry about that, you know how I get." Daydreaming was not a foreign language to Charli and when she was under the stars, it was hard not to let her imagination run wild. "No particular reason, I wasn't quite ready to go home yet. What about you? You're a far way from home; did you get lost?" She teased, not believing that he had but then again, you could never entirely count it out.

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"Why are you sorry about that?" he questioned, brows furrowing as he spoke, "Bri this situation is entirely messed up and far beyond what normal should be. Which really isn't something I consider this town can be anymore. You don't have to hold it in," he added on softly, "I know you want to, for Ben's sake right now but you don't have to be?" Jonah knew it was in her nature to do want to hold it all in, to put on that brave front, show the world she was fine when such might not be the case, but in such instances he knew it would only make things harder. "I'll always be here, okay? I'm not going anywhere. Para eso está la familia." That's what family is for.

He bobbed his head back and forth, "I suppose you're right. But you have to like them enough to take care of them." Shaking his head slightly, "Moved out," he corrected, but couldn't stop the small smile that crept along as she mentioned Lady's tastes, "You've raised her with standards I see. I'll make sure all my Birkenstocks are hidden away. The house is pretty new so thankfully I don't think she'll find anything off-putting, and yes, will make sure I carry her." With another quick hug, Jonah reassured her one last time before leaving to get the things requested, "It'll be okay, we have to believe that. I'll be back soon, call or text me if you think of anything else."

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Bri wiped at her eyes, her breath still hitching a little as she tried to compose herself. Jonah's calm presence was steady in a way she couldn't be right now. She fiddled with the edge of her sleeve, glancing at the papers Jonah had tucked away. The weight of the moment pressed on her again, but his quiet confidence made it easier to breathe. "I’m sorry I’m like this," she said suddenly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I just… it’s hard to hold it together right now. But thank you- for being here. I don’t know what I’d do without you."

She managed a weak eye roll at his disbelief. "Getting along and taking care of aren't the same thing, you know?" She pointed out. Ronnie got along with Lady too, but that didn't mean she might not accidentally lay against a sofa pillow that Lady was curled up behind. "She and Sheila have already bonded. You know, before you and Sheila moved on," She added on with a small sniffle. "But, Lady isn't always the best around new people, she prefers to be carried when it comes to walks outside of the house and maybe keep anything ugly out of her eye sight or she will tear it to shreds."