Aug 17, 2024
It's nice how hands fit inside hands.
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It's nice how hands fit inside hands.
do you think that James had the time to tell Thomas that he loved him before they were separated in London?
Oh nonny, you’re breaking my heart.
Because my first thought was “Yes, DEFINITELY”, and I think that’s still where my brain mostly stays. Since they had such a slow build before the kissing and sexy times began, I don’t find it hard to imagine they’d have got to “I love you” pretty quickly. I mean, you don’t address your kind-of-sort-of-I-don’t-quite-know-where-we-stand boyfriend as “My truest love” in a book dedication. And if Thomas was on that page (literally), then I imagine he and James would have talked their feelings out. Especially since they talked everything out. It’s the era of James’s life where someone (two people) got past the facade and carefully projected persona to the soft and squishy romantic James underneath. So yes, I think he was able to tell both Thomas and Miranda that he loved them.
Buuuuut…
What if he didn’t?
What if Thomas was super heart-on-his-sleeve about declaring his love but in a “It’s OK if you can’t say it back yet” kind of way?
What if (like in @reluming’s recent fic, “and swallow darkness whole”) Thomas didn’t get a chance to give James the inscribed copy of “Meditations”—which was to serve as his declaration of love—and James only discovered the inscription after leaving London?
What if James, just home from his 3-month trip to Nassau, realized that he loved Thomas the moment he saw him again in that scene with Peter and Miranda? Only he didn’t have a chance to say anything before heading straight to the Admiralty to be confronted with Hennessey and Alfred. And then Thomas had been taken by the time he got back that night.
Basically I’m now drowning in sad and woeful headcanons in which James didn’t get a chance to tell Thomas about his love.
But instead of allowing myself to drown there, I’m going to keep on the side of positivity and think about James’s delight in hearing Thomas tell him how loved he was. And James’s delight in finding new ways to tell Thomas the same in return. Maybe they had a competition to find the most flowery, ridiculously overblown comparisons and similes. “I love you more than all the oceans across the span of all the earth”, “My love for you is wider than the sky”, etc. I’m quite tickled by the idea of these two erudite men finding purposefully cheesy, sappy, melodramatic ways to express their love for each other.
Maybe they were so mutually delirious about their newfound mutual love that they began to say it as soon as they were alone together. Maybe it became the refrain James repeated while they were in bed. Maybe they said it to each other so much that they developed a private shorthand version of it that could be said in public. Maybe every time Thomas called James “Lieutenant”, it had come to mean “lieutenant of my heart” and every time James called Thomas “My Lord”, it had come to mean “lord over my every wish and hope and dream.”
So, in conclusion… take your pick of lo, these many headcanons. Imma stick to the happy-makers.
We go together like cream and pie
What’s your accent like?
Interesting question...
I don't particularly think I've got much of an identifiable accent compared to some? I'm from the south of England, near Winchester.
(I live in the Midlands because of work)
I'm going to shut down your account, bitch. You know very well what you did, and I'm going to make it public.
Lol, what? Who says "bitch" whilst being fairly well punctuated also?
But yeah fair, any demands included in this little delu delu episode?
Are you seeing someone?
Yeah, so, wild, but this cute little weirdo just came up to me, stole my heart, and now she won't give it back?
It's crazy but I think she like, owns me now? Not sure how it works?
Whoever your girl is, I hope she knows she’s lucky
Hahaa so this is brilliant and I know she'll also read this, so...
But she's also not the only one, I'm incredibly lucky to spend time with her and see her, and hold her, laugh with her, to be able to kiss her. It's just nice 🖤
(Also, thank you for the sentiment behind this, it's very flattering. I hope you have a good and prosperous day, my mysterious sunny's!?)