emptynight: (smiling)
Thomas Raith ([personal profile] emptynight) wrote2009-11-03 07:12 pm

The devil may smile with an angel's face

After the conversation with Edward, Thomas stayed in his room and let his mind wander, let the Hunger guide his thoughts through a maze of possibilities. He tried to ignore how the exercise, even the planning, was a rush, how it made the blood rush through his veins. Between his fingers, he toyed with a business card, once in a while rereading the short message, conjuring up in his mind the slender, redhead with emerald eyes. She was a lot of things, but she was human, and had a human's vulnerabilities. But it was too soon. Too soon to attack that particular pawn.

It was going to take some thinking on. But fortunately for him, his night was wide open.

((Tag Alice))

[identity profile] manicpixydream.livejournal.com 2009-11-05 09:49 pm (UTC)(link)
"I can always hear myself talk Thomas, I have an excellent ear and a voice that never quits as you could totally testify under oath if you had to, right? Besides I like feeling like I'm not the only one chattering all over the place, the mall it is." She kissed him mostly to avoid letting it spill that he was so exactly like Edward in places she was wondering if she was going to have to come up with coded notes for them to pass, which not only would've made it all moot but wasn't totally conducive to keeping everyone happy and sane. Boys and their games. And here she was starting out with a major handicap.

"Nice to know you're still gonna take me out places now that I'm in for the long haul." If he could drop hints then so could she, dammit, and he better pick them up 'cause she didn't have the whole ability to rifle through what exactly to say anymore.