#c: thomas

[hvrtbroken]

ft . @iinterstellars !

' YOU'LL WANNA BE SPEAKING TO THOMAS , OVER THERE ' was all that defne had needed before making her way over, with faux confidence. long ago , she had been something of a spirit . she could walk through the air lightly , hands fluttering out to nudge shoulders or wave at others as she passed . WHEREVER SHE WENT , defne had always felt sure of herself . her brain bled the language of peace , which some mocked her for , as it was a language well spoken everywhere else.

HERE AND NOW THOUGH , things are different . in more ways then exist in the dictionary or could be sung in songs. defne still tries to float through the air , light and sun beaming through her , hair swept up in the wind as if she controls it herself . but it's not the same , because she's not the same , because the world isn't the same . people simply don't pray to gods , saints or spirits anymore . there is no need for belief when most are thriving off fear .

" HELLO - thomas ? " she pitches her voice higher than normal , high enough that birds could probably hear her ( if they were still alive ) . she'd been directed here for a clear reason : nobody knew what the hell else to do with her . now , instead of running through life , defne was handled . not always with care , sometimes with malice or control - but handled nonetheless . she was someone to HAND OFF TO OTHERS in hopes that someone else could speak her language . " sorry , i think you got the short end of the straw . and i'm not just saying that because i'm short . " she jokes , putting her voice at ease . SHORT ALRIGHT , all five foot five yet can outrun a man SIX FOOT TWO no worries . defne vaguely recognised that thomas was a man , and while she hadn't been around MEN in a while , she could feel herself already warming up to it . like an instrument only ever so out of tune .

" you need extra hands ? "

[prydainroyals]

[THE FOLLOWING MORNING...]

The weekly team meeting began after the crew had their breakfast.

It was a small meeting and the base was relatively quiet-- non-essential research teams were either well on their way home the prior month, weeks before Longest Night and the New Year, or back at the main, larger research base--or one of the Prydainian Navy's research ships--rather than spend the rest of winter in this particular outpost.

Despite the serious nature of a skeleton-crew meeting, the Captain's introductory remarks had been rudely interrupted...

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FRANCIS: --One of you: Take Frankie back to his spot downstairs so we can resume this meeting.

JAMES: Sorry, Captain. None of us has the heart.

ARTHUR: I dunno Sirs, I think Frankie has something to say.

FRANCIS: Does he, now? Let's hear him then.

EVERYONE: [EXPECTANT SILENCE]

FRANKIE: ... Meow.

THOMAS: See, Captain? This cat here is a valuable contributor to our team.

FRANCIS: Why don't you train him to be your replacement, then, Thomas? Seeing as you're willing to vouch for him.

THOMAS: A fine idea, Captain. I'll ask him.

THOMAS, LEANING IN: Frankie, would you like to have my job?

FRANKIE: Meow!

THOMAS, LOOKING TO FRANCIS: Sorry, Captain. He says 'no.'

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If you think I'm going to write a dialogue-heavy meeting scene in prose, you're outta your damn mind. <3

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[rivenvictors]

closed  —  @tomaspriestley

He wasn't picky when it came to his distractions — humans, witches, wolves, anyone short of a serial killer, really. So when a bright eyed stick figure of a man approached him with his chickeny legs and a sloppy smile — he was a goner. Scratched a few names off his list to make room for him, something he was sure would bite him in the ass later, becase he never stopped talking, mostly about things he had no clue about and he lived in a camper.

Parked outside the university, and not where Riven initially thought once the word camper rang in his ears, where his arch nemesis the frogs, could find him.

Camper, trailer, whatever — he wasn't going near that. Frogs or not.

That one bedroom apartment, he called a home was decenet enough. Steam followed him outside the bathroom briefly, with his towel around his waist and a cotton pick stuck in his ear, "You know I can't hear you over the shower, right?" a cheeky, little lie. Magic came in handy for even the most trivial things.

He moved across his space, leaving wet footsteps all over the floor. Different colored eyes met his own reflection in the mirror, "What were you saying about the dance?" a beat, "Boring without me?"

[ofescapisms]

@thirtecnth

Vic lay down on a lawn chair and was just about to relax and enjoy the sun until she remembered to grab a bottle out of her bag and toss it at Tommy next to her. “Put sunscreen on, you’ll turn into a lobster if you forget,” she teased.

[hqlourd]

Congratulations on the face, @thomasdherty.

[dearest-darling-nat]

Natalia had wanted to check on Thomas almost immediately, but the events of the night rather overtook her attentions. But she knew he'd be hiding away, and that only deepened her concern for him. She softly knocked on his door, opening it after a moment only just wide enough so she could slip inside before shutting it again. She frowned a bit at the sight of her brother, but wordlessly climbed into the bed next to him to snuggle into his side. They stayed in silence for some time before she finally spoke. "It's not your fault, Thomas."

@thomas-is-prettier-than-you

[christinaxwagner]

thomas's place w/ @thomas-carrigan

Christina stares at her phone as she lays on the floor next to the set up with her son. He's sleeping peacefully next to her. Her own anxiety hasn't been able to stop, her mind racing constantly with all the what ifs that didn't happen. She can barely leave his space because she can't go through it again. She can't. She lifts her eyes up towards Thomas, shaking her head. "I can't believe..." She whispers. "Can't believe we're homeless now."

[hvrtbroken]

she notices a few people glance over , in the heat of things , from the rush of it all . defne can't quite focus on anything though except thomas' bleeding head . she can't see any immediate damage but the blood is a lot . BUT . . it's always been thomas that's told her the head bleeds a lot . in the same vein , he's the one who's told her that head injuries are the most undiagnosed and can be the most dangerous . it's not adding up in any manner in which she likes . when she clicks onto the end of his sentence ( ANYONE ELSE ? no . there's only you ) , defne has to think . she tries to focus on not the thrumming of her heart and her head pounding . she tries to focus on the people hurt . " i checked the guy over there with a concussion . he looks stable . a woman fell over and was bleeding , but i cleaned it and bandaged it . " she rattles it off , repeating his question internally until the FOREMOST part of his sentence pings into her brain , like a needle prick . did thomas just call her love ? did he just say he's proud of her ? is she imagining this , delusional , on a state of panic and adrenaline ? her words die off and she stares at thomas for a long moment , wondering if maybe he'll repeat it or just say ' are you crazy ? ' . YOU DID GREAT , LOVE . but it doesn't make sense why he would have called her that . none of this makes sense . her head spins again and she holds out a hand to help stabilise herself . " there's someone else who came in with you . i didn't get a chance to check them yet . " she breathes it out , voice strained .

thomas is fully in work mode . she sees it every now and then but never to this degree . he can usually still crack a smile or a calm instruction while he works . now , though , he works with an efficiency that leaves her baffled . HE MOVES LIKE IT'S SECOND NATURE . like breathing . like a fish in water , and she belatedly realises how much he must have been slowing himself down for her , in clinic . it's like watching a musician pluck strings , a driver change gears . he works with a seamlessness that leaves her mouth open , body half sagged , unsure of how else she can help when thomas is so . . . precise in everything he does . a breath leaves defne and she realises she was holding it while watching thomas make quick work of bandaging up the other guy . her own work looks and feels so much more clumsy now . maybe everyone's staring at her because they're wondering why the fuck she even bothered trying when thomas has it down pat .

I'M PROUD OF YOU . she's still not entirely sure if thomas really said that . she can't properly digest what it means or why , or if it really did slip out of him like second nature . SHE CAN'T THINK ABOUT THAT RIGHT NOW , it's not fair to everyone else . when thomas meets her eyes , defne knows her own gaze is one of pure wonder and emotion . she thought she'd never see him again . she thought he was gone . but he's here . he's real . SHE'S TOUCHING HIM . hastily , she moves her hand off his bicep . allows her fingers to curl through air instead , reflexive . defne nods , dazed , and glances around the library again . with thomas here , nothing seems as bad as it did before . most people are standing or sitting , there's no grimaces of pain , or cries out for help . everything is okay . everything is okay . thomas is here , he's alive , and everything is okay . " okay . " she relinquishes , voice shaky . defne isn't sure if she fully believes him . " let's help out that other guy and then we're sitting you down . i mean it . " defne has no authority here , no power , no real means to be bossing THOMAS around of all people - but the blood on him is no joke . she already thought she lost him twice . she'd rather cut off her own hand and be forced to write with the stub than lose him again .

the warmth spreading down on one side of his face is nothing like the pleasant feeling that he was getting used to enjoying with defne just a few hours before this nightmare. but he DOESN'T have time to focus on it, not when there's so many people letting out pained moans; so many people that need him. he'll focus on himself later, when he's sure EVERYONE ELSE is as good as they can be. " you did great, love... you did your best, keeping people from panicking, i'm proud of you. " maybe the hit had done something to his head after all, since he doesn't even register that the pet name had made its way past his lips; or maybe he was just TOO preoccupied with everything else that it sneaked its way past his filters. does it really matter? it's been said, and he's not conscious of it to take it back. instead, quick hands grab all the items he asked for. his focus is on the man before him, the way he works is methodical and quick: antiseptic and gauze to clean the wound, then more gauze to pack it up and stop the bleeding and finally the bandage around it to keep it covered and secure. when he's done with the first aid he lets out a sigh, and pats the guy's shoulder with what he HOPES is a reassuring smile ( but how reassuring can he possibly be when he's still bleeding? ). " you should be fine, it's not too bad. we'll probably have to stitch it up later just to be sure but... for now, it's enough, feel free to rest. " thomas feels her hand on his bicep, the URGENCY on her voice and finally glances her way. " i know, it's... alright. i'm fine. the head bleeds a lot. i'll take care of it later, i promise. " he knows his credibility right now is probably at an all time low but he can't simply stop doing what he's supposed to do, right? even if he could ( he totally can ) could he even allow himself to? when there's SO MANY in way worse conditions that he is. no, there's no way he can. it'd be too selfish. in an attempt to not make her worry even more she takes one of the pieces of gauze and uses it to wipe some of the blood off of his face; he winces slightly when he gets close to the wound but shakes his head, as if physically trying to get rid of the pain. " it's just... a small hit, ok? i'm not the one in need right now. i'm fine. " the more he said it the more it sounded like he was not only to convince her but also himself. he was fine though, truly... at least, physically. emotionally? that was a can or worms he WASN'T touching for a while. right now he needs to be strong and remain focused. " was there anyone else that needed immediate attention? "

[emoprincey]

A young man stands in his living room. It just so happens that today, the 13th of April, 2019, is the day of his friends' wedding.

[prydainroyals]

((Continued from here.))

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EVERYONE (BUT THE CAPTAIN): [LAUGHING]

FRANKIE: [NOW BORED, LEAVES ANYWAY]

FRANCIS, TRYING TO HIDE HIS AMUSEMENT: Alright, alright, we've had our fun.

FRANCIS: Now then! Listen up--

FRANCIS: --The holidays are behind us, but that doesn't mean we can afford to let ourselves relax.

FRANCIS: Rising temperature averages have made the winters here harsher, in some ways--unpredictable.

FRANCIS: This is why the Powers-That-Be have elected to withdraw most of our personnel from outposts as remote as our little slice of paradise, save for a select few, where necessary.

FRANCIS: As you're all already aware, this team of just a dozen will maintain the Cabot Sound outpost until summer. Commander Murray, I give the floor to you to explain our plan of attack to help us avoid preventable, horrific tragedy.

JAMES: Thank you, Captain. A very cheerful, yet sobering reminder of the devouring, unfeeling void that awaits us all.

FRANCIS: I'm always happy to motivate.

JAMES: As the Captain said, we all need to be extremely diligent. That means no skipping meals, no skipping sleep, and attendance at daily meetings is required.

JAMES: The rota for duties will be updated and posted here every week at 18:00 sharp every Sunday. If you have any questions or complaints, bring them first to your immediate superior or to myself or the Captain.

JAMES: Morale is also paramount, as is health. Physicals will be conducted every fortnight and they are mandatory. Any small injury or condition could become something deadly, and anything you hide from us might come back to hurt yourself and others later.

JAMES: That should be all. Did I leave anything out, Captain? We already spoke to the other shift--

FRANCIS: No, Commander, you've covered the whole of it.

JAMES: Any parting words, Sir?

FRANCIS: Indeed, James--

FRANCIS: To all of you: May we all have a smooth winter and a bright spring ahead of us. ... Don't fuck this up. You're all dismissed.

FRANCIS: And-- Lieutenant Kirkland?

ARTHUR: Yes, Captain?

FRANCIS: I know you've already pulled an extra shift. I can't have our Engineer swaying on his feet.

ARTHUR: But, Sir--

FRANCIS: You look like shit. Go to bed--that's an order.

ARTHUR: Yes, Sir.

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Not changing format or anything, but for dialogue-heavy scenes, this is just way easier.

Time to get to know our characters a little bit more, yeah? Yeah!!!

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[orbch]

c!thomas centric art dump bc lowkey… underrated SaSi character… somehow…

[rosamund-protects-you]

"I'm afraid I find that true of crowds in nearly every occurence of them," Rosamund replied with mild amusement. "Only if you were already planning to make your way there. I wouldn't want to trouble you otherwise."

"The crowd does seem rather obtrusive tonight." He agreed. "Allow me to escort you to the bar? Its easier to escape the throng there."

[only-lonely-star]

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[christinaxwagner]

DRIFTWOOD COFFEE HOUSE w/ @t-harding

Christina walks up to the table Thomas is sitting out. "So sorry I'm late, I had a hard time dropping Colt off this morning," she figured this little coffee meeting would have been easier without her five year old running around the inside of the cafe. "Do you want me grab you a muffin? Nothing goes better with coffee than a muffin."

[incorrectbatfam]

Bruce: Selina thinks I'm the funniest person alive. She just texted me "LOL."

Tim: "LOL" can mean a lot of things.

Bruce: It literally means "laugh out loud."

Duke: It's coded slang, Bruce.

Stephanie: Yeah, it's like when you see somebody and you're like, "Hey, we should get together soon." What you're actually saying is, "I hate that we ran into each other in this grocery store. Please leave me alone forever."

[darling-dearest-emi]

Emilia nodded in reply after a moment, slowly coming back into herself. The emotions of this whole situation were leaving her rather lofty, and that wouldn't do anyone any good. But Thomas was right. "I'm sorry. For what you all are going through, I mean," she said softly, her expression far more sombre now. "It's only made quite this difficult for me because I finally know where she is again... If I'd have never gotten the letter from her, I might have never gone looking. But now it's been 56 years since I've even had an idea where she was. And it's difficult to wait any longer. Even if I know it's right to."

She suppressed a dry sort of laugh. "I should think you would be feeling even worse than I do. Having lived with her for longer, having loved her in those years I wasn't able to." Emi shook her head, donning a small smile instead. "Would you be allowed to? I don't wish to cause any issues with Stefan. Just my face seems to be a bit much for him to confront thus far."

"Well..." Thomas said gently. "That is why Stefan called your maker. Is it not? Because he requires assistance. He will not take any chances when it comes to Sofia or Natalia. They are both precious to him. To us all." He considered her for a moment, marveling at the resemblance. Though. Thomas could tell she was not Natalia. "As hard as it is to wait. That is what we must do right now. Wait. For Stefan and Andre to decide how they wish to respond to this attack. Unfortunately, matters are not so easily remedied by violence or bloodshed. Else, Stefan would have certainly not left a one of them standing."

"I do understand though, bella. How difficult it is for you to stand idly by. Perhaps, you would accompany me tonight? We could go exploring if you wish. I could show you the places Natalia enjoys. To help you feel closer to her during this trying time."