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don’t turn a scientific problem into a common love story. written by maddie.
are you here selling a young adult fiction idea, too? mine takes place in an alternate timeline where overweight, alcoholic ex-directors of speechwriting are considered a sexual prize.
‘ you’re a right mess, aren’t you? ’
dirty from working under the car, no doubt, and causing thomas great unspoken dismay as a result. he quips to draw attention away from the light flush climbing his neck. he’s grateful for the cigarette between his fingers, even if it’s begun to burn.
‘ forget dinner. mr. carson isn’t going to let you in looking like that. ’
@mixestapes, sc.
▲
gentle touches — leaning their head against his shoulder.
thomas takes each show of affection, no matter how minor, no matter how platonic, with the same shock as a swift hit. edward is warm and welcome against him; to communicate the latter, he does as he’s done since they met, takes a risk, and returns the touch.
he’s tilted into him before he knows it. he places a hand beyond and behind the man to steady himself and tips happily in, revels in the tickle that curly head of hair provides his cheek.
‘ thank you. ’ a brief pause, then— ‘ edward. ’
Send a symbol for your muse to gently touch mine by:
❥ : tucking stray hair behind their ear
✿ : trailing soft kisses down their arm
☁ : cuddling with them under a blanket
★ : pressing a kiss to the back of their hand
▲ : leaning your head against their shoulder
♪ : singing them a lullaby and brushing their hair
◆ : wrapping your arms around them from behind
✤ : lacing your fingers into theirs and holding their hands
♣ : slowly pulling them into your lap to curl up and cuddle
▨ : rubbing their back to calm them down when they’re upset
▰ : embracing them and holding them firmly against your chest
lawyeir.
he was just setting down his dinner jacket down at the foot of his bed when he heard the door creak and shut . he turned , spotted thomas , and offered him a small smile . ❝ i thought for certain you’d been caught up downstairs and that they wouldn’t let you off until well after i’d gone to bed . ❞ matthew had , after all , had lived in the middle class for two decades before he had received robert’s letter . he knew how to dress and undress , if it came to that . ❝ and before you apologise , don’t . ❞ thomas’s absence would hardly put him off or inconvenience him . he strode to the front of the mirror , glancing at thomas through it . ❝ you can repay me by telling me how your day was . i’ll forgive without retribution . ❞
@barroe / sc.
‘ i’m sorry to have kept you waiting. ’ thomas dips his chin to avoid revealing a conflict of emotions: he feels shame for his accused tardiness, to be sure, but what prevails in his expression is a smug sort of certainty that he’d arrived perfectly on time. it presents itself in a smile, tight and false and close-lipped, as well as a niggling want to glimpse the nearest clock. ‘ very generous of you, sir. only i can’t imagine you’ll find it interesting. ’
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* VIOLENT ACTION STARTERS Send me a NUMBER for your muse to :
001. — Backhand my muse. 002. — Stab my muse. 003. — Put out a cigarette on my muse’s skin. 004. — Hit my muse with a blunt object. 005. — Throw something large at my muse. 006. — Kick my muse. 007. — Punch my muse. 008. — Break one of my muse’s bones. 009. — Scratch my muse. 010. — Headbutt my muse. 011. — Shoot my muse. 012. — Knock my muse out. 013. — Strangle my muse. 014. — Push my muse roughly. 015. — Grab my muse by the hair. 016. — Bruise my muse. 017. — Threathen my muse with an object of harm. 018. — Go to harm my muse’s eyes. 019. — Bite my muse. 020. — Tear away parts of my muse’s skin. 021. — Force my muse’s head under water. 022. — Throw something scalding at my muse. 023. — Burn my muse. 024. — Step on my muse’s fingers. 025. — Rip one of my muse’s teeth out. 026. — Slash my muse’s achilles tendon ( s ). 027. — Clothesline my muse. 028. — Harm my muse enough for them to cough up blood. 029. — Drive into my muse with a vehicle. 030. — Electrocute my muse. 031. — Slam my muse against a wall. 032. — Force my muse’s arm behind their back. 033. — Kick my muse’s crotch. 034. — Trip my muse. 035. — Put my muse in a headlock. 036. — Break my muse’s nose. 037. — Force their fingers down my muse’s throat. 038. — Crack my muse’s head against a wall. 039. — Attempt to kill my muse. 040. — Attempt to kill my muse creatively.
there are times when i’d like to belong. does that sound funny? — an independent thomas barrow of downton abbey. by maddie.
“Oh, don’t worry, there are plenty of hours in the day. And of course I’ll have the weekend.” (From Anna?)
downton.
‘ i know a cry for help when i hear one, mrs. bates. ’ for once, his smile isn’t unkind; rather, he’s expressing wordless sympathy, if it is obscured partially by his efforts to remain aloof. ‘ i’ll run your errand. you can owe me a favor. ’
“You do seem very well informed on this family’s private affairs.” (i hope this is alright?? hi!)
downton.
‘ i make it my business to know, your grace. ’ thomas recognizes the indelicacy of his answer as well as the tone that carries it latterly, then aims to make amends before he’s permanently docked himself the illusion of trustworthiness. it comes in the form of a lie. counterproductive if caught. ‘ they’re nearer to flesh and blood than my own. you can never be sure what knowledge might prove useful. ’
Downton Abbey {Sentence Starters}
“We are allies, my dear, which can be a good deal more effective.”
“I hope he proves to be perfect, but I rather doubt it.”
“He was too like his mother, and a nastier woman never drew breath.”
“Nothing makes you hungrier or more tired than grief.”
“You do seem very well informed on this family’s private affairs.”
“Did it make you feel better?”
“Please, don’t speak that man’s name; we are about to eat.”
“Oh, good, let’s talk about money.”
“Every mountain is unclimbable until someone climbs it; so every ship is unsinkable until it sinks.”
“I will never be happy with anyone else as long as you walked the earth.”
“So what? I have plenty of friends I don’t like.”
“Oh, don’t worry, there are plenty of hours in the day. And of course I’ll have the weekend.”
“Sometimes you have to be hard on yourself.”
“Well I hope we’re in control of something, if only ourselves.”
“I must strive to be worthy of the task I have been set.”
“You are quite wonderful, the way you see room for improvement wherever you look.”
“We can’t have him assassinated. I suppose.”
“Oh my Lord, listen to that! It’s like the cry of the banshee!”
“What in God’s name are you doing down here at this hour?”
“I wouldn’t touch that thing with a ten foot pole!”
“I don’t know. I did everything that you said. I promise.”
“Now, this may come as a surprise but I feel I must say it all the same.”
“They’re all so excited, they won’t care where I am.”
“For now, God knows it’s enough that I can kiss you.”
“Are you quite sure you won’t regret it?”
“You’ve lived your life and I’ve lived mine. And now it’s time we lived them together.”
without any visitors to keep his mind occupied, thomas finds himself, toward the start of his stay at the ward, spiraling further downward. an oversight of this magnitude --- that a hospital could expect a man recently driven to make an attempt on his own life to fare well in isolation --- has him questioning the doctors’ judgment.
he deigns to explore once he’s able, to make a go or two at friendship with people he would once have regarded as pitiful. (now he, if anyone, is to pity.)
it’s not long before he’s throwing in the towel, discovering fast that he’s nearly as unliked here as he is at home, even if for different reasons (the other patients see through his false smiles and breezy commentary and elect unfailingly to disengage). the loneliness that brought him in begins to gnaw again.
thomas finds a seat adjacent someone he’s not yet tried to charm, sheds every weighing layer of self-protective irony, and picks at the bandages around his wrists. he’d cry if he were wont to do so with company.
‘ smoke? ’ he asks, offers, swings blindly at a potential human connection. ‘ escaping on my own has proved difficult, see. i only wondered if you might be wanting for an excuse to do the same. ’
@folkangel, sc.
artistedamour.
“ how terribly rude. sounds like trouble and if i think it’s trouble, it must be. ”
it wasn’t unusual for her male visitors to give out fake names - though really, they fooled no one. certainly not thomas, her butler knew more about her affairs than most. even more than her sister. perhaps a bit dangerous to have him know so much but she was very fond of him and liked to think she was a good and generous employer deserving of loyalty. he certainly had her trust by now, after a bit of a rough start when he became butler.
no doubt both of them knew no name rarely meant a nice mystery, though there were a few exceptions. shame exceptions were such a rare thing. and she refused to see the man and judge for herself, not if he was so rude not to give a name.
“ what do you make of this rude man, thomas? worth the trouble or more trouble than it’s worth? do speak freely. ”
‘ i question his intentions, milady. ’
the invitation does tempt a smile: barrow of old would surely have taken it as permission to gossip until his throat ran dry. his hands remain at his sides, thumbs parallel with the seams of his trousers, and his fingers twitching a shade with the repressed urge to speculate.
‘ i wouldn’t reward him with a lick of your time. ’
what strikes thomas before anything else is a twinge of irritation. he hasn’t much time to dawdle about town before he’s expected to return, so that this stranger is cutting into it by standing in his way rubs him wrong, silly as it is of him to assume he’s been noticed.
then he reasons that she’d have seen or heard him drop an apple (now sitting crooked between cobblestones behind her feet) regardless of social standing. he may be lowly, but human reaction isn’t dampened by his very presence, is it?
‘ miss. ’ he lifts his hand to gesture at the fruit, then thinks better of it and stands slightly more to attention. ‘ are you well? ’
@astrificare, sc.
to avoid greeting any guest of downton with an air of preoccupation, he reminds himself each time to recalibrate at the estate entrance. hang his grievances amongst the parasols, catch whatever breath may have been knocked from him with the events of the day.
he tucks one arm tight behind his back, uses the adjustment of his posture to shake the last of his exhaustion loose, and pulls the door until it rests against his foot, an effective stopper against forceful visitors.
his smile is tight, though not unkind.
‘ is there something i can help you with, madam? ’
@finesuicide, sc.
‘ there is a man to see you, your ladyship. he’s declined to give his name. ’
at the start of his tenure with lady desrosiers, thomas might’ve delivered such an announcement with an undertone of judgment, of moral superiority. he is, after all, an old dog learning new tricks --- it isn’t so easy as turning up with a promise to trust readily.
with time, his prudence turns to a feeling unsorted (protectiveness, personal care), friendlier, and he puts it to generous use under her employ.
he wants to say i don’t like the look of him, but offers, instead, ‘ shall i tell him to call again later? ’
@artistedamour, sc.