“Why didn’t you tell me?” @thomas

{ Vaguely Concerning }

The soft, disappointed click of his tongue was at first his only answer as he concluded his sentence. The silence was broken only by the scratch of his quill after that, before at last he docked it and looked over at his wife fondly. In their years as friends and as a married couple, she had come to know him intimately well – predicting his movements as surely as he manipulated the actions of others with his words and experiments.

She held a certain immunity to his games, though there were times when he felt it necessary to test her – not so much because he felt anything had changed, but because keeping her at her very best was invaluable. James was still in his training phases – enough so that she had heard Thomas deliver the same quiet note of disapproval more in the past few months than had been necessary in years. Between them, it was more of an internal joke than it was a signal – but the connotations it carried were heavy enough to bear the pause he needed.

“My dear, if I informed you of everything, I fear you may lose the pleasure of experiencing anything resembling surprise in this life of ours.” Amusement pulled at the corners of his lips as he rose to his feet and went to meet her, smiling even as he reached out for her hands – placating as he was stern in his assertion, “It does me no good to be entirely predictable to anyone, least of all you.”

😖 – Bury their face in my muse’s chest [ for thomas! probably bc he’s embarrassed! rip! ]

{ Touch Starved Meme }

“Ah,” He had embarrassed his dear lieutenant once again it seemed. Smiling fondly, Thomas raised his hands to the man’s shoulders and began working them in a familiar massage. He waited patiently for James to gather himself, soothing away the alarm with his fingers until at last, those fascinating mix-colored eyes gazed up at him once more.

“Welcome back,” He did not grant any time for the return of nerves as he curled his fingers beneath a familiar chin and brought James up for a tender kiss. It was simply too easy to torment the poor man – sometimes Thomas simply couldn’t help himself. He really ought to hold back on his mischief a little bit, lest he give his dear lieutenant a complex.

“Today, I’m a little less worried about perception than I used to be.” [ for thomas, life as a lord verse! ]

{ Black Sails Starters }

“Oh, I somehow doubt that, lieutenant,” It was rare for Thomas to subscribe to formality for any reason other than to draw a point – and this was perhaps a perfect example of a moment in which he weaponized formality for his own purposes. He understood that James was teetering on the edge of something profound, and eager as he was to draw him in, there would be no victory until the man himself chose his method of defeat.

It had been thrilling, of course, to hear of the brawl enacted in Miranda’s name – an act of defiance in the highest order, of that Thomas had no doubt. But it was one thing to defend a woman so outrageously, and quite another to acknowledge internally whether or not her husband had also been cause for such violence – not to mention why.

It took incredible restraint in that moment not to reach out and push, to shove James into this life and let him experience a taste of true passion for once in his high collared existence, but Thomas would not be the man’s excuse should fear grip him or shame cripple his fighting spirit. If he made this choice it had to be for himself and for something far greater than mere lust, or it would be all too easy to abandon in favor of a simpler existence.

“Nevertheless,” He could not leave the poor man twisting in the wind too long, for fear of losing what they did have. Whether James pressed all the way or not, what they held now was deeply valued in its own right. “I do thank you, on Miranda’s behalf – as I’m rather certain she’s set to scold you within an inch of your life.”

Here, he could not help but smile – as much as he pitied the man the dressing down he was sure to receive, Thomas would not deny for a second how much he adored it when Miranda let her cool demeanor fall away in favor of the most vicious verbal lashings he’d ever seen. It was truly captivating to behold, and it would be a lie to pretend he wasn’t at least a little excited by the drama of it all.

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