#gemmas

[thejewellerybox]

Flying Heron ring, 5th century BCE

Sapphirin intaglio by Dexamenos of Chios.

In the collection of The State Hermitage Museum, St Petersburg.

[gemma-of-shropshire]

How did you both sleep last night?

Pretty well. It felt oddly comfortable for a hospital bed. Very warm. Like I'm cuddling a particular large stuffed toy.

(realizes something, looks away and refuses to answer, ears burning)

Well, it was a really nice dream anyway.

Mhm. Yep. Very nice dream you had, Thomas.

[bahnloopi]

The Gemmas (fan oc design) as a birthday gift to my homie, Genniax

[iampointy]

thomas teothv is the Character of all time

He discovered origami in primary school, and made tiny paper boats and cranes under his desk to help him focus in class

He was taught knitting by a kind old woman, when he and his class needed to visit an old age home for extra credit

He can draw passably well

His father was verbally abusive

His mother died when he was 12

He met Gemma in uni, and quickly fell for her

One of the first things he ever made for her was a handkerchief, in the shape of a bouquet

When they were officially dating, he knitted her a bunny

Ever since, he made her a sweater for every year they were together

The only time Gemma didnt receive a sweater, was the year they got married. This was the year Thomas made a sweater for himself instead, white with sunflowers sewn all over the body and sleeves.

[ramyaknox]

Gemmas edit!

I liked gemma when I first watched the enigma of the high visionary but @gemma-of-shropshire has converted me to a huge fan of gemmas and this song is so them to me (even though it's about a friendship breakdown not your husband joining a cult, it's the betrayal that both of them feel)

[hug--warts]

moodboard - next generation: teddy lupin

the boy with paint under his finger nails and nicotine on his breath; the boy who can’t hide his emotions because his hair will reveal them; the boy who hums and strums on the guitar in the hufflepuff common room; the boy who skateboards through the kitchens stealing pastries; the boy who never met his parents but knows that he is loved

[gemma-of-shropshire]

*Gemma has a dream about her and Thomas’ first time sleeping together, and the pillow talk they’d shared afterwards*

...Wow.

(laughs, rolling off him) Yeah. Wow.

Are you– was it okay for you?

Yes?! Does this—(gestures at herself)—looks like someone who's only moderately satisfied?

(nods) That's good, that's good...

Aww, you're cute.

(She darts forward, too blissed out to notice his tiny flinch, and kisses him on his nose. He smiles, but it's a bit distant. She does notice that.)

C'mon, pretty boy, whatcha thinking?

...We're still... dating, right? Boyfriend and girlfriend, yes?

Yes? (smiles again, teasing with a hint of a warning lurking underneath) Don't tell me you're gonna break up with me now, right after our first time?!

No! I'm— oh, this is stupid. Forget it. I was just being stupid.

No, no, tell me. (nudges him) I'm your girlfriend, remember?

(He nods, but doesn't immediately answer her.)

I guess I'm just scared. Scared that you'll do that.

(She understood immediately what he meant)

(in a small voice) Why would you say that?

It just seems natural. You've got so many boys chasing after you! And girls, too! You don't have to saddle yourself with me, you know? And then I thought, well, maybe she just wants sex from me, and it all made sense.

You thought I'd spend months getting close to you, waiting for you to ask me out, just for a one night stand?!

It made sense to me back then! You called me cute, so– so you want my body! That has to be it!

(She climbs on top of him again, forcing him to look her in the eyes. He squirms a bit, but he's never been able to resist her anyway.)

Thomas. It's true, I find you very cute, I would love to fuck you, and I did have a great time just then. But I like you, the you deep down. (She jabs him in the chest.) You're incredibly sweet, you're kind, you're earnest, you're just– all around fascinating to spend time with. I like you, you idiot.

I mean, surely, I'm not that great—

You know how many guys bother to ask us girls if we feel good? To actually try and make us feel good? Not a lot! I can see that you genuinely care about me outside of being a sex object, and so do I, with you!

O-Okay. (nods quickly, blushing again) So... still your boyfriend, then?

'Course. (She caresses his face, his neck, his shoulders, nails running lightly over all the bite marks she left on him.) Says right here: you're mine forever, baby. My perfect, cute little boyfriend.

(He stifles a gasp; his skin feels so sensitive still, it's embarrassing how he's so easily affected.)

Sorry I couldn't return the favor...? I really couldn't make myself hurt you, I don't know why I think like that either. I guess I don't want to make you bleed even a little.

(visibly melting) Aww... you're so sweet, Thomas. Kissing me all over like that, I like it that way too.

Can't risk damaging something so perfect.

Tsk, you sap!

(cheeky smile) Your sap.

(Satisfied, she gives a soft kiss on one of the hickeys.) Mhm, mine.

(He barely manages to choke down an embarrassing noise. The reinforcement does something to him. He blames it on the lowered inhibition that comes from sleepiness.)

You should, um, do it again, just to make sure it really sticks with me.

(They look at each other again, him with his affectation of wide-eyed innocence, her with the grin of a cat that just got its canary.)

As you wish.

[gemma-of-shropshire]

(There’s a stack of photographs in the corner of the spare room, some are from your wedding day. )

Well you both look absolutely gorgeous in these photos!

I can't believe Dad kept them...

(quietly) You looked absolutely divine in that dress. Goddess on earth.

You look good too. Very, um, very handsome. Dashing.

...I'm sorry.

(reflexively) It's fine.

No, I am sorry, Gemma. I promised you I'd be true to you, and I broke that vow when I ran away like a coward. I wasn't honoring you, or loving you when I abandoned you with our three-year-old son. I hurt you.

(toneless) You did.

I don't know how I can ever... redeem myself. Or if I even can.

(trying to joke) What's with all the honesty lately?

Sleep deprivation, I guess.

Ha.

Or just the wedding. Makes me think back on how much we missed. How much I missed, because of my stupidity. And how much happiness I made you missed out on.

...You were such a beautiful bride, Gem.

(very quietly) I was.

And you deserve better.

I don't need you to tell me that, Thomas.

I just— (sighs) you don't have to take me back. All the niceties, the "go sleep I'll stay with you", the snuggling—

—I wasn't trying to snuggle with you, it was just a small bed!—

—You don't have to do all that! I don't know why you would! I– (a bit spiteful, looking for a reaction) I cheated on you with Dillon, you know. We were a thing when I was living with him in the commune. Swear to vi– to god, same bed and everything. I made him breakfast every morning and let him fuck me at night, and he called me "honey" and I liked it.

...Alright.

That's it?! Why aren't you mad at me?! You should be! You should be mad! I deserve it!

(snapping back) I don't know either!

(stunned silence)

I don't know, okay?! I don't know why I can't be mad at you, or why I still make you tea with strawberry fucking jam, or why I still keep this album, but I do! And I just don't see any sense in burning a pile of perfectly fine photos, okay?!

(taking a deep breath) And we were– are divorced, so I really don't give a fuck if you've been seeing someone for two years. I just give a fuck that he hurt you.

But why?

(incredulous) Because I care about you!

Why?!

Because what happened to you was objectively awful! If what happened to you happened to Sandra from PTA—and I hate her guts, by the way—I would still be mad! It's objectively wrong, and you didn't deserve that! And it pisses me off that someone would treat my husband in particular so badly!! I guess!!

(They stare at each other. All the steam, all the fight has left them now, leaving behind only a strange sense of dizzying clarity.)

...Okay. Just know that I wouldn't blame you, if you and Tommy leave me again one day.

Shut up and drink your tea, Lou's hungry and I need to feed him. Or Eamon, or Teddy, or Scourge, or whatever Tumblr decides to name him.