#c: thomas

[hvrtbroken]

I'M DRUNK . defne realises it like a light's been turned on inside her . it makes her want to giggle but that'd be a VERY obvious sign that she's drunk . a foggy part within her wonders if thomas is drunk too . he seems slightly more chatty . more smiley . SHE WANTS TO KISS HIM . the feeling is unreal . it's a desire she's never had before , not this strong . she's staring at him and all she wants is to lean against him . she likes this moment with them . every moment with him really . it shines so bright . it leaves her feeling warm and fuzzy and SATED . defne's grin only gets bigger at how he endears her over the condom talk . her eyes flick down and over him , trying not to check him out as painfully obviously as she wants to . she's sure her tipsiness only makes it more clear than ever , but the alcohol thrums within her and ensures she doesn't feel it . not yet . that's a tomorrow problem . he looks both laidback and shy all at once . " so . . . what else do you like ? or not like ? " defne drags the words out , her tongue slightly heavier than usual , making her words sound flirtatious and suggestive and mortifying all at once . she doesn't care if he won't answer . she likes that she got this far .

defne laughs loud and hard , her eyes squeezing closed as she does . she can't imagine ever doing ANYTHING without thomas by her side . let alone TO thomas . she's not ready . she doesn't think so anyways . defne reopens her eyes , eyeing him up and down yet again but this time more discreetly . she tries not to linger on any part of him but it's hard when he's so strong and sturdy and BUILT . the clothes fit him well - it's not fair . " what did you usually cook for yourself ? " she asks . she can't quite picture a thomas in the kitchen . she wants to see it but can't just yet . mainly she only sees thomas she knows him . she'd love to know him in any other way as well , though . him in a kitchen . him with a car . him with her . " HMM " defne considers his question back to her . " anything with rice i could do a good job at . " she admits , and tries to ignore the way her stomach wants to grumble in desire . she misses warm rice , slivered almonds , meat falling off the bone and warm , thick sauces . she misses being in a kitchen . " middle eastern food was my thing. mansaf . tagine . " she smiles to herself , unable to stop the memories flicking through her brain like a picture book . " are you good with spicy food ? " defne asks , trying not to imagine a world in which she'd cook for him and they'd be in a kitchen together and it's NOT the end of the world .

THE WAY THOMAS LAUGHS . he has no idea . she's never met someone so frustratingly clueless , yet smart all at the same time . " you're humble . " she retorts , with a playful eyeroll . how can he not know the effect he has on people ? how he makes her feel ? NOT JUST HER , EITHER . it's so painfully obvious . " you're the kinda guy who never knew when a girl had a crush on you . " she's speaking from experience as she points her index finger at him . defne's eyes can't stop drinking in his every move . his hand on the glass . the way he sits . she wants to memorise him , paint him , sing and talk about him . it's such a lame crush that she even wants to cringe at herself . defne tries not to feel happy at the way he dismisses ghosting people . she wants to dig more and ask if he's a ONE NIGHT STAND GUY . but that's not quite part of the game . she doesn't care that it's not her turn . she picks up her glass again , body fully turned to him , leaning in slightly closer . " never have i ever . . . " ok the alcohol is VERY clearly working now . she pushes the envelope more . " had sex in public . "

alcohol has made him bolder... or more like completely shameless, somehow. in any other case he would be appalled at the way too personal information being thrown his way. right now, his imagination is running WILD and he's more than okay with LETTING IT; as if toying with it in his mind he imagines her below him: her body, warm, wet and inviting. his common sense ends up winning the battle and a shiver runs down his spine which he plays off as being cold by taking a quick sip of his drink, though he does feel a very different kind of heat traveling all over his body... pooling on the tip of his ears ( not one to blush but that's his telltale sign of embarrassment. ) " a lot of people don't, for some reason. i don't really mind. " he can tell she's being serious too, which doesn't make things ANY easier but... that's all he's going to give. it's been more than what he'd be comfortable with sober, and he DOESN'T want to feel awkward when this liquid courage isn't going through his veins. " can't be the first... i still need to show you what to do. maybe third? " he retorts with a grin, feeling happy to settle back into non - dangerous conversation. even more so when she distances even FURTHER from it, allowing him the chance to think about something else, something inconspicuous such as cooking of all things. " hmm... i wouldn't really know, " he says first, but is still thinking about it. he DOES know how to cook, had to learn at some point. he considers it to be an essential skill for anyone. most of the time though he would do it for himself, to fit his own palate. he RARELY cooked for more than two people but when he did he didn't get any complaints. didn't get that much praise either so... he's not sure. " only cooked for myself back then and if it was up to me i'd say i'm excellent at it. i can follow recipes too but if you put me in the kitchen and said i need to come up with something to feed an entire group i'd be lost. " he shrugs, everyone has their own skills. " you said you were good at it, no? what's your favorite thing to make? or... what got you the most compliments? " he's curious now and it shows. most of the time they talk about HIM, his skills; or he's teaching her something new so they talk about things she's not familiar with. this was her forte and he's eager to see how she speaks about something she actually likes. thomas can't help but chuckle softly at her comment, completely missing the implications of it, how she's bundled herself up with the rest. " i don't think that's the case. there's implicit trust between people and most medics... plus you kinda have to be nice to the person that could potentially save your life if something BAD happens, no? " he's humble enough to try to look at it a different way. he doesn't say it's always been like this, even back in the hospital. he laughs again at her remark, " takes one to know one? " he replies, though he knows it's childish but all for the sake of having a good time. he shakes his head this time, hand wrapping around the glass while fingers tap against it absentmindedly. " nope, completely innocent. i don't ghost people... " one night stands WEREN'T something he did too often either but he thinks it's obvious too, almost implicit with how casual sex isn't his thing.

[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

[lucie-crane]

@deadmanstoefm

"The last time I had this-" Lou paused as she looked at the glass of champagne in her hand, "was New Year's 2021." Her first holiday without her grandmother. She remembered standing outside, frozen to the bone, but listening to her neighbors striking pans and releasing fireworks. "And that was cheap. This," she took another sip, "yeah, this tastes expensive."

She felt a bit like a child playing dress up in her mask, lost in the sea of faces that were only just starting to become familiar. "There's not some werewolf code against lushes are there? Because I could get used to this."

[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."

[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."

[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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[ofescapisms]

Vic tucked her legs up on the couch and snuggled into him, she missed the feel of him, his smell…she didn’t realize how much. She shook her head at his comment, smiling. “Of course it’s the truth, and you’re not at all a stop on the way, don’t you dare say that. I love you, you’re my favourite person in the world,” she sighed. “Anyone would be so lucky to have you, don’t ever forget that,” she teasingly scolded him.

Tommy gave the littlest bow of his head as a thanks. "I have been an embarrassment to the entire theatre community on more than one occasion," he said with a laugh, gathering Vic in his arms. He couldn't have cared less about anyone she was with. Not really. She was everything to him and always would be. Right now, he was just happy she was safe. His cheeks warmed with her arms around him like that. It had been nice just knowing his opinion even mattered to her. He smiled. "I am a stop on the way to the prize. I'm the man that makes you realize the prize is around the corner," he joked, giving her a little squeeze. "But if you think so, then there's gotta be some truth to that."

[only-lonely-star]

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[sevengoodusesofacadaver]

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