#para:thomas

[maliafieri]

Dream or Nightmare || Thomas & Malia

@o-malley

It was close to becoming the late evening when the plane finally landed. A quick trip home was all Malia needed. She arrived at her fathers house, but he had some sort of business thing to take care of, so Malia wasn’t going to sit at home. After getting Nagini set up in the tank she had asked her father to have ready for her and a quick shower, Malia was on her way back out. Lachlan had Diablo for the time being, wherever the hell he was, but she wasn’t going to worry about that. She was going to enjoy herself instead.

Malia made her way from home and down to downtown Barcelona. She knew exactly where she wanted to go as the sun was setting in the sky. She made her way to the Barri Gòtic, or Gothic Quarter. It was one of her favorite places to be while at home. The raven haired woman was walking around, taking in the familiar sights when she noticed a street performer playing the guitar and singing while a couple of people danced. A bright smile came to her face and she watched for a bit. Once she had her fill, she turned around to leave and bumped into someone. “Disculpe.” Her eyes lifted to the other persons face and she was caught off guard to see that it was Thomas. “Oh. Thomas. I didn’t mean to bump into you.”

[maliafieri]

Honey I’m Home || Thomas&Malia

Everything had been going great today. Malia got some time in for a work out, went grocery shopping, explored town and relaxed out in the sun for a bit. However, it was starting to get a bit late and she wanted to make herself dinner and take a nice hot shower, so she headed back to her dorm. Exiting the elevator, the brunette came to her door, only to find it slightly open. Her brow arched, but not even the possibility of it being a robber or murderer stopped her from simply walking in. She looked around and noticed a few boxes in the living room and a heavy sigh left her lips. Apparently after she had dropped the groceries off earlier that day, her new roommate showed up. She honestly didn’t even know she was getting one. Setting her purse on the couch, she turned at the sound of her roommate walking out of their room and the person she saw standing there made her freeze. Dark eyes went wide and her heart started racing in a way that only he could ever manage to make it do. She stared at him, mouth dry and unable to move herself from the shock. It had been a couple of years since she last saw him and he still looked as handsome as she had remembered. “Thomas...”

[grimaldiprincess-blog1]

They started with a goodnight kiss | Camille/Thomas

Camille stood in front of the full length mirror.  Another dress was discarded.  The floor was littered with satin, lace, and silk of all colors and shades.  Nearly every garment had never been worn--all new and perfectly tailored to her figure...still none gave the exact impression she wished to convey to Thomas that evening.  Camille had found the stranger quite charming--and of course, undeniably handsome.  Perhaps he would make the time in New York a bit more entertaining...his willingness to be an accomplice to her lie gave the opportunist hope that he might be useful in the future, as well.  Truly Georgina's daughter--Cam was ever the schemer.

It was an odd thing--the way the thoughts of the man lingered in her mind. Camille was no virgin, but still not the type to be so forward as to kiss him.  A rosy, scarlet spread over her cheeks, as the memory of her brash behavior conquered her mind. Still, it made her smile, just a little smile at first-- Pulling on another dress--this one a bit shorter than the last, the smile grew, pressing her flushed cheeks up and slowly revealing her perfect teeth. It was evidence of her undeniable attraction to the man and overtook her entire facade, finally reaching her wide, innocent eyes and causing the slightest crinkle at their corners. The dark expressive pools twinkled as she turned this way and that.  

The black and white dress would do.   It said all the things she wanted her ensemble to convey-- short enough to inspire deviant thoughts, but not so mini that it screamed Audrey Bass easy.  Diamonds went in her ears and around her wrist and neck.  Perfectly manicured toes slipped into Louboutin heels--and she was ready.  Her hair hung in loose curls, waterfalling down her back and over her shoulders.  Smoky eyes and vibrant red lips enhanced the beauty of her aristocratic face.  The girl checked her reflection once before, before leaving the penthouse she demanded her mother keep for her and making her way down to the bar to wait on her date.  

[campylarosa]

it's just medicine ;; campbell & thomas

The night had been promising-- Campbell had, in his inexplicable need to constantly occupy his mind, traveled out of town and into the woods to find a stargazing spot, which he'd found to be not only enchanting, but also tranquil. He'd spent much of his time lately either smoking or lounging about the apartment or both, and wasn't entirely upset about it. Of course, the seclusion of it all had begun to tug at his mind in a more than bothersome way. Campbell la Rosa was a social person-- not by necessity, but by nature. He was delightful to be around, always sure to show interest in how the other person might feel or thing, and the interest his expressed in such relationships with completely genuine. While his presence could be a bit fleeting, the emotional and mental connections that he made with those around him weren't. Campbell had a tendency to relocate, but the feelings always reignited when he found himself in one's company. 

So, ultimately, Campbell was eager to spend time with Thomas-- who he really only knew as Mr. Cade by now, though he'd adopted the affectionate referral of simply 'Cade' due to the odd gesture that would be asking his first name-- and had been more than quick about gathering his items needed to spend this time. Without much of a second thought, Campbell pulled some clean clothes onto his body-- a gray t-shirt, maroon sweater, and a pair of jeans, then checked his face, noted it was still scruffy and rough as ever, before finally making his way out the door. The night was cold, as expected, but delightfully so, and Campbell smoked a cigarette on his walk to the room, enjoying the evening. 

He arrived within ten minutes, as expected, and, approaching, looked curiously for what he anticipated would be a kind-looking man, loitering about in the cold in a brace. Truthfully, he was curious as to how Cade had gotten his injuries, but was also too polite to ask, and moreso just curious about the other man as a whole, so the curiosity surely wasn't burning any kind of irritation into the back of his mind. Before tossing his cigarette, Campbell adjusted the bag of weed in his coat pocket, placed carefully just next to the pipe. He glanced up shortly after, finally spotting the man who was surely Cade, waiting for him and approached with the usual nonchalant, friendly expression on his face.

"Hey, man," Campbell greeted him warmly, stopping a few feet from his friend.  

[timothy-page]

Jam Sesh || Timothy & Thomas

Timmy smiled, totally stoked for Weatherford's Open Mic Night. He and Levi had managed to coordinate an event, and he was sure it was going to be awesome! He was even emceeing the event! Timothy hadn't performed in a while, and he was looking forward to get back on stage. The boy reached the band room, knocking before he opened the door and entered.

It was empty, to his great relief, and Timmy let out a quiet sigh. It was nice to be alone. The boy wracked his brain, wondering what song to play. He finally decided on The Lazy Sunbathers by Morissey. Timothy cleared his throat, flexed his hands, and began to play the song.