Thomas rolled his eyes. “Yes, of course, Lady Mary, always Lady Mary,” he grumbled. “We’ll get her as soon we can. That was already the plan.”
Sort of. Possibly only because she was with the children.
He looked over Matthew in his risen form, trying to see if there was any noticeable method of defense. Of course, Thomas himself didn’t look all that threatening currently, but he wasn’t all that assured that Matthew would be as lucky. Mostly because he didn’t think that, even in undeath, Matthew could really be a threat to anyone. The best he could probably do was be a flashy distraction. With likely ridiculously sensitive feathery wings. What a chore he’d be.
Matthew didn’t seem to be taking him all that seriously. “I shall try and take your word for it then.”
Thomas frowned, glaring at him harshly. “Don’t try to. Be aware and don’t let anything rip out one of your fancy angel wings, Saint Matthew,” he said, his voice lowered to an irritated hiss. The last thing he needed was feather-brained Mr. Crawley getting bloodied up. Especially because he’d never hear the end of it from the group in the library. The Dowager might even use that damn trinket of hers on him again. It was beyond painful. He would’ve had to try something desperate, but, surprisingly, Anna had come to his rescue.
He didn’t want to admit it, but he owed her for that.
Still, there really wasn’t any nice way to say that he could reveal his truer, demonic form when he needed to, so he just asked if Matthew himself had any ‘quirks’. Not that that wasn’t a rather extreme understatement, but he really didn’t have a better way to say it. Matthew lurched back as if he’d been struck. Thomas frowned, watching Matthew for an adverse reaction, but all he saw in the man’s face was confusion and possibly fear. That much, he could expect to be less than a threat.
“I must admit, I wasn’t expecting that…” he said, trying to look put-together. Thomas’s face twisted into a Chesire grin, opalescent shards flashing at Matthew with dark amusement.
"No, and your friends weren’t neither," he hissed, glancing towards the stirring heartbeats down the hall. "If you were, well, I might respect you."
“Other than the wings? Not that I know of Thomas, I’ve been more than a little preoccupied with trying to get here in the first place. Do you have any other quirks I should be informed of?”
Thomas sighed, his smile fading into annoyance. “Just don’t waste any more time if you aren’t being helpful,” he said, pushing past Matthew and moving down the hallway. “I’m figuring this out as I go. You’ve got someone you want to protect? Well, so do I.” He pointed down the hall. “There’s at least two people that way. Let’s move.”
Admitting that he had long since noticing the dark craving for human flesh didn’t seem to be in his best interests. There was more, but he wasn’t sure about it. But he was relatively certain that he could conjure up a more frightful form, though he hoped no one caught him that off-guard.
To him, the most important things to Thomas right now were making sure that both Jimmy and Lady Sybil’s only child were safe. No matter what it meant for the others in the house.
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