Come Feed the Rain

To: Lacrimosa Magpyr <lacrimosamagpyr@gmail.com>
From: Thomas Raith <godofcologne@livejournal.com>

Subject: Re: Groovus has gone mad and is taking hostages!

( Dear Lacci, Beer is an acquired taste, I think. )


Late that night, a large cardboard box was delivered to Lacci's door.

( Inside was another box )

After listening to Harry's voicemail, Thomas made a few more phone calls.

By nightfall, Drusilla would have waiting in her room ( a dozen roses and a slim black velvet box )


And waiting for Lacrimosa ( would be the same )

The mail crew normally delivered things to the house during daylight hours under the assumption that the daylight would keep them safe from the house's inhabitants. However, today events conspired against them and the mail wasn't sorted and delivered until well after sunset. The mail crew drew straws in trepidation, but luckily for them the house was empty.

It wouldn't be until morning that the cast would find their mail on their beds. ( On Edward's bed was a plain white envelope )

( And on Thomas' bed there was a brown box )

After he finished dressing Drusilla's hair, Thomas left the mini salon to be taken down by the crew and returned to his room to change. The two boxes labeled D&G were unwrapped first. The larger one held a complete outfit: fine white linen shirt, a black vest of heavy silk, coal black wool pants, and a matching frock coat. Shoes and a silk neckcloth were tucked into another bag, and the second box held a lacquered wooden walking stick, silver chased at the top.

Thomas grinned and slipped into the outfit, making sure to tie the neckcloth neatly at his throat. He had a feeling it wouldn't stay there for very long. He twirled the walking stick around his fingers and for a moment wished he had brought Harry's sword cane instead. It was nowhere near as stylish, but it had a sword. He shrugged into the frock coat and scrutinized himself in the mirror before deciding it was too much and left it at the vest and shirt.

( True is false )

The abundance of black was sure to set Lara's teeth on edge and Thomas grinned at the thought. Frustrate his dear big sis enough and maybe she'll pretend he doesn't exist.

Only after he'd dressed did Thomas open the box marked Mask Italia and take out a delicate-looking mask of metal lacework. The crystals and metal gave the masque a beautiful fragility but would serve its function. He put it on the bed and dug through the pile of stuff on the top of the dresser until he found a comb, brushing back his hair neatly before sliding the mask into place over his eyes.

( Who is who? )

Checking his appearance in the mirror once more, Thomas grinned at the effect and headed down the stairs.