#c: thomas

[ofescapisms]

Vic kissed him back just as desperately, then tried to take in what he was saying. Lost her every time? She gently cupped his face in her hands, looking at his closed eyes and willing them to open to see her. “You…felt this way before?” It felt like there was a fist clenching around her heart and she felt choked up, but she was searching his face for confirmation. “I didn’t know,” was her only excuse. “I want you too, I’m so sorry it took me so long to realize it.” She kissed him again and then pressed her forehead to his, taking a deep breath. “The right thing, right,” she nodded. “I’ll be right here for you when you’re ready,” she smiled a bit and blushed. She still had so many questions.

Tommy's heart dropped right into his stomach. Seeing that change in her face easily could have killed him. Instead, it drove him to silence as the moment settled in. Her whisper was what sent him over the edge to act, his eyes becoming as wide and panicked as his current state. "No," he said, pulling her in for one more brief but desperate kiss. "I have lost you every single time, Victoire. I won't do it again. I can't. Please." He muttered these words with his eyes shut, terrified of her reaction. It was all just spilling out of him uncontrollably now. The way he had felt going home to NYC after her wedding had been settling in again. He never wanted to feel this way ever again. "I'm leaving because I have to do the right thing, I have to, but God, that doesn't mean I don't want you with every fiber of my being, okay?"

[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]

defne's breathing quickens far too often around thomas . not just from the alcohol or the borderline-lewd conversation . he has a way with words . he says enough but not enough . he rides the line well . even when he's teaching her how to do something , it's like he inherently TRUSTS her . he'll never overdo it , or treat her like a baby or silly girl . he sees people - DEFNE - as his equal . her mind tries not to ring on him correcting her again , mentioning that he's NOT necessarily a missionary guy . she tries not to think about her on his lap , his arms covering her and holding her , all muscles tensed . she swallows again and breaks her gaze from his for once .

it doesn't matter though . none of it does . because he puts his warm large hand on the small of her back as she coughs and she wants to lean into it, yet far away from it . IT'S TERRIFYING . there's barely any weight to it , yet defne could fall right through the ground . it reminds her of all the times they've grazed hands while working . it's maybe her only and most prominent downfall . she can memorise things , but as soon as thomas is there , she falls apart because all she can focus on is HIM . " a car . " she repeats , through her coughs . her eyebrows are raised so high that she wouldn't be surprised they're hidden by her bangs . " cool . sure . haven't we all ? " defne lies , pretending to be nonplussed by it all despite her very real physical reaction . " i would show you . " the alcohol , god damn it . " if you wanted to . " she keeps her voice as casual as she can , but feels VAGUELY EMBARRASSED by the implication of it all . she'd get naked for him . she'd undress . all he has to do is ask , and he doesn't even realise that . her eyes watch the way his adam's apply gently bobs as he drinks . she feels both calmer and more wound up all at once . she watches him and he doesn't even seem to notice , his own gaze skimming over her shoulders . when he talks , she pulls herself out of it and stands , just as everyone else does .

DEFNE TRIES TO FOCUS ON IT . on the way meredith gives everyone a pained smile . derek's eyes sweep over everyone . the other guards all raise their glasses of NON-ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES . it's meant to be a celebration , but they're all far too aware that it isn't one and can never be one again . meredith talks easily , even gesturing to thomas at one part and allowing him a polite smattering of applause . defne knows the words are there , the thank yous , the honourable mentions , the moment of silence for those lost . . but all her brain can do is ring and ring . ring with the alcohol , and THOMAS right beside her , their arms almost grazing . the only thing that pulls her out of it is a large and sudden BOOM that sounds across the room . at the same time , everyone seems to wince . defne can't help her hand immediately flying out , grabbing thomas' forearm just as all the lights go out . " what was that ? " she asks , voice high pitched . there's footsteps moving , quickly . people push past . meredith's voice cuts across . " it could just be the powerboard cutting - " but it's hardly soothing as another louder noise sounds , this time closer . defne doesn't even realise she's still holding onto thomas' forearm , but with her eyes still adjusting to the dark , she's unable to confidently release him yet . " is somebody hurt ? " defne asks , slightly dumbly , CONFUSION WASHING OVER HER because none of this makes sense .

for some reason her answers don't surprise him. thomas had a feeling dephne thought of him as this very stoic, controlled gentleman. he can't fault her for it, it's the image he tries to PUSH OUT; though as far as he's concerned it's not exactly a gentleman stereotype as much as it is just him being a decent person. he supposes it comes with the role he plays within the community, a caretaker. no one in their right mind would trust him if he didn't look like he had his shit together after all. her little teasing jab does make him laugh though and he reaches out for his glass once again then takes a very mindful sip. " ok, i'm not THAT old or boring… " he retorts, shaking his head ever so slightly. he knows full well they're treading in very dangerous territory, but the very pleasant buzz of booze is making it all feel fine and like it ISN'T SO BAD to talk about intimate things that will inevitably make them closer, or worse… awkward with eachother. for a moment it seems like he's not gonna say anything else but then his mouth opens and… " just for the record, i'm not… " a missionary guy, he means. but he thinks it's clear enough. he's unfortunately, so frustatingly oblivious to the possible repercussions of his imprudence. " that sounds really nice, " he comments because it really does. it's weirdly domestic too which makes him feel different somehow, happy almost giddy, he could try to figure out the reason behind it but honestly he's a little bit TOO drunk for that right now. and even if he wasn't thomas isn't exactly the most introspective person despite the fact that he's in his head, overthinking, WAY more than he should. " although that's kinda making it seem like i'm not really nice to you already… and we both know that's a lie. " he might be a little bit strict when he's teaching her the correct way to dress wounds but that's normal, he thinks. still, there's a relaxed small smile on his face. it's clear he LIKES the idea; he may or may not be even looking forward to it if it ever happens. he's a surprisingly easy person to please and she's proven to be SO GOOD at it. that's part of the problem though… she makes him feel a longing he has NEVER felt before, she would fit so easily in his everyday life, that it's almost painful to keep her away but he knows he HAS to. she deserves better, younger, someone without half a life experienced. was it really that surprising? as soon as she starts coughing he's moving to place his hand on her back, patting softly to help. there's an amused expression in his face because… really? it's THAT unbelievable. he looks around and realizes now that there are plenty people around them so his voice lowers and he moves away ever so slightly. he doesn't want to give off the wrong impression. " inside a car… it was a LONG time ago, " the way he accentuates the word long makes it seem like a lifetime ago, in a way it really is. he was a teenager still, it was probably with his FIRST ever girlfriend when he had barely even discovered sex. can't remember too much about it so he doesn't even know if it was good. an eyebrow raises at her answer, and although he's interested. now is not the time or place. " i won't ask you to show me then. " he's internally grateful that she steered the game into SAFER territory considering he can see some people eyeing them curiously. he doesn't like the attention. " pretty sure every guy has, at least once. " he concedes with a chuckle and then drinks. he's trying to think of what to ask next when he sees meredith and a small group of people entering the room. " oh… i think it's finally starting… "

[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.

[orbch]

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

[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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[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."

[only-lonely-star]

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[sevengoodusesofacadaver]

I was scrolling Pinterest last night and stumbled across these two serving absolutely lethal face cards

[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."