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"Thank you for being so patient with me."
"We still do need your orders soon."
"I suppose now would be a good time for me to start forming a plan…"
"Whenever you're ready, Professor."
Lachlan's Bedroom
Lachlan doesn't like things to be very flashy or fancy - save for the fancy tv with the flashy surround sound speakers. But other than that he prefers things to be a bit more vanilla, to the 'default' type of things, so to speak.
His bed is 80% a mess. Seldom will you see it neat and tidy and not have the blanket flung around like some dirty rag. It is positioned next to a window, so waking up and sleeping would give off that natural feeling.
Lachlan's bathroom is mostly empty. He couldn't think of anything much to fill a bathroom with, other than his clothes hamper that tends to overflow. He may or may not constantly forget to load his laundry at the assigned day. But he would never admit to something like that.
His TV / Videogame room is notable for being the most filled area of his room. With shelves lined with several video game titles underneath the TV, and surround sound speakers strategically placed around its perimeter. A rug is also put on the floor specifically for this area for some hardcore binge gaming or...well...some very lazy gaming.
His wardrobe is another place that's notable for its fullness. Though, in contrast to the video game area, the clothes in his wardrobe are half useless. They were mostly gifts from his different foster homes, he'd kept most of them, feeling guilty of throwing away things like such. He'd convinced himself that he was only keeping them just in case the need of a polkadot sweater arises. It never does.
Memorable Holiday - Self Para
Lachlan wasn't the type of person to be sentimental. But there was something about the winter, the anticipation everyone had in the mansion about the coming Christmas, that made Lachlan think back to what he felt like an actual Christmas.
It was a couple of years ago, Lachlan was fourteen years old and on his third foster home. It was the week before Christmas, and he was heading back home from school when his phone rang in his pocket. He rummaged his pocket for it until he felt its familiar square-ish structure.
Caller ID: Laura
Laura was an old friend, way older than any other he'd made. In fact, her mother was what made Lachlan's foster home escapes possible, but that story is for another time.
He answered it and put the phone on his ear.
"WHADDUP, L?!" a hight pitched female voice came ringing from the phone. Lachlan made a face.
"Nothing much, Laura, just crossing the road while my ear bleeds from the screech."
"Yeah, whatever. Hey, Christmas is a week away. Mom wants to invite you over."
Going over to the Taylor's house hadn't even been an option for Lachlan ever since he'd run away. The invitation was treated as an unexpected surprise.
"Won't I get caught?" he asked, hoping there really was a way he could go through with it.
"Mom says she's got it covered." and Lachlan's heart leapt with excitement.
"Oh, Great. Alright then."
"Sweet! We'll call you!"
A week later, when Christmas arrived, Lachlan was spending it at Laura Taylor's residence. Familiar faces bombarded Lachlan's view, the faces of people he'd seen frequently growing up as Laura's friend. They were practically his second family. Laura's relatives were Lachlan's relatives. The night was filled with laughter and the spirit of reunion.
After a hearty Christmas dinner, the gathering was transferred to the living room, where the presents lay. It was time to open the gifts.
The night went on, laughing would start every five minutes, the oldies talking to one another, giving remarks about how grown up the two kids had become. Lachlan had never felt so at home in a long time.
"Now, who's this one for?" Aunt Rebecca held up a thin box wrapped in Christmas paper.
"Oh, that's for Lach!" Laura exclaimed, she got up, dragging her mom with her at the center of the pile of gifts. She took the box from Aunt Rebecca, and then held it out to Lachlan. He got up and took it out of her hands.
"That's for you. Mom and I thought we'd give you one so you don't forget about us- or yourself." Laura's eyes were opened wide and she was trying(and failing) to hold back a smile.
Lachlan unwrapped it and opened the box. He pulled out a metallic necklace with a 'T' shaped pendant. T for Taylor, and for Thomas, he thought and chuckled.
He smiled at Laura and Aunt Sarah, who smiled back at him.
He ended up grinning wider than he wanted to, "Ugh, you guys..." he leaned in to give them a tight bear hug. The crowd of relatives clapped and 'aww'-ed around them. The three of them were left huddled together and laughing at the moment.
The Christmas celebration continued well after the unwrapping of gifts. Laughter wouldn't cease for a long time, and the spirit of celebration and unity remained among them all. Lachlan could remember how much his cheeks hurt from smiling during then, he'd never in his life felt everything so at peace and joyful.
Being together with the people you love. Enjoying, poking fun at one another without a care in the world. It was Lachlan's definition of Christmas, and never has that moment been replaced in his heart.
"Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah!" Lachlan stepped back with his arms up in surrender...or defense. "It was just an orange, I didn't know it was supposed to be your orange!"
Lachlan had been sitting on his bean bag chair for so long that he'd practically sunk to its lowest point. His eyes were glued to the tv screen of his room, shooting robots with shotguns and rocket launchers. His fingers moved automatically to pre-programmed button destinations of his controller.
"Hey," he said to the wind. His abilities made it possible for him to detect visitors, even without actually looking at them. "I know, I know. I've been holed up in here for days." he said, not looking away from the screen.
"But this is pretty fun...Wanna be player two or something?"
Moodboard: Lachlan Thomas + Christmas
"Shut up, Joffery. You pompous, blond, bratty thing."
Lachlan walked in on Alice watching Game of Thrones. He was a fan of the show. So he ran off and grabbed some popcorn from the kitchen, then returned to sit next to Alice.
"Yeah, Joffrey." he said, munching popcorn.
"Sorry, so what did I miss?"
Lachlan practicing for combat
Photo by: Alice Caroll
Douglas & Lachlan: Then and now.
My my, how time flies. It seems as though nothing has changed.
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She really hadn’t meant to appear in Lachlan’s room. It just kind of happened. Whoops. That was her bad.
"Sorry, I’m still working on the whole disappearing and reappearing in the right place thing." She was trying to apologize. At least she hadn’t appeared while he was naked or something.
"Yeah, that intense. Family stuff, dead people, and then Charles went and nearly died. Now everyone seems to be some kind of upset by that."
"Yeah, well, that's fine. I'm the far least dangerous guy to sneak up on." he replied groggily. "I don't have claws or explosions that'd set off on intruders or something, so that's a good thing." he managed a chuckle.
He folded his arms, listening to her. Then he replied. "Well, a person nearly died. I think that idea itself got people upset." he looked at her. "Doesn't really mean it's your fault, I think."
Lachlan didn't know if he'd help at all by saying those things. He didn't know what actually happened after all.
"And well," he started again. "Even if it somehow did happen to be your fault...Everyone's here because we all have our own sets of problems, right? We'll-...We should all figure it out together..."
"Well that's something you don't see everyday." Lachlan blurted out, walking in on the girl making several cubes float in the air.
"Wha- What do you call that ability?"
With Charles recovering slowly, Scott had resolved to keep the school going, not letting his mentor’s class pass, or his students as well. Days had turned into constant battle against sleep, and tiredness. He spent nights studying and getting Charles’ classes ready, making sure he was at the same speed he taught. While still trying to keep his own classes as well. It was one of those nights were he simply couldn’t focus because the sleep in his eyes was getting heavier with every second, and so, Scott moved from his room to the living room, wrapping a blanket over his shoulders, and reading the books he had brought along. A couple of seconds passed before he felt his head dropping, not letting him read, taking his visors off to rub his face with his hands.
Lachlan was exploring the mansion when he saw his mentor in the living room, looking extremely tired. The school must be weighing down on him, he thought.
He decided to sit on one of the couches, secretly cranking up the heat on the tired teacher's blanket with his abilities.
The living room was quiet.
"Teaching go even harder today?" he coughed.
Sir Patrick Stewart being flawless and James McAvoy laughing his ass off
All I see is Charles making fun of Magneto.
"Look, I’m sorry. I’m just tired. It’s been an… interesting and rather intense day."
Lachlan shot up from his bed at the sound of a familiar voice. Is that Alice's voice? he thought to himself before turning around to the figure in the dark. He hurriedly turned on the lamp on his nightstand, then took a good look at his late night guest. It really was Alice.
"Wha-What are you doing here? Are you- ..." Lachlan paused to think. He composed himself, it was just Alice after all. She has tough times with her powers. This must've been one of those times.
Eventually he relaxed.
He lowered his legs to the floor, now sitting on the side of his bed. He scratched the back of his head, studying his tired looking friend in front of him. "That intense, huh?"
"What? Lemme tell you something, dying with chicken stuffed in your mouth is one of the best ways to go." She explained to him. "None of the scary movies I’ve watched has done it so it’s a pretty original idea." Annie babbled before realizing that she wasn’t aiming the gun properly and went on to straighten it. "You cannot bribe me with dairy products, you weakling!" She exclaimed in a lower and bigger voice.
"Point taken." Lachlan took another bite off the chicken. Then immediately raised his hands as she repositioned her gun straight at him.
"I can heat it, if that's what you want." he offered. "Hot milk's especially good at midnight."
It was midnight and Lachlan suddenly felt piggish. He sneaked down to the mansion’s kitchen to grab a light…or maybe not-so-light snack. He immediately regretted his haphazard decision when a voice called out to him from behind. He froze and turned towards the voice. The voice carried a gun.
He raised his hands in surrender.
"D-don’t…shoot?"
"Yeah? Why shouldn’t I?" She asked playfully. Annie couldn’t sleep so of course, the first idea that pops into that silly little head of hers was to go get a water-gun and wait for an unsuspecting victim to walk into her trap. Of course, the kitchen was her first option since she knew at least one or two students try to sneak some food in the middle of the night, and she wasn’t wrong.
"Because this is not the way I wanted to die." he replied, taking a mouthful of a chicken leg. He stared at her for a while then nodded to the counter beside him. There was an untouched glass of milk. "You can have that if you want."