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A sudden shift in the bed brought her from the deepest sleep she had had in awhile, making a soft noise as she rolled to see just who had invaded her comfortable bed. Not many people had the key to her house so it was only one of a handful of people, but the darkness was hiding that. Reaching out she found an arm, squeezing. “Lovie? Can’t see, who’s this?”
@secondsonofsoa
"You broke me."
[ sentence meme x ;; accepting ]
“ I ..” Her words trailed off as a hundred different moments flashed in her mind. Moments where decisions were made, where choices turned into sacrifices as she fought for the last things that tied her to the chaos. None of it had made a difference. It was easy to see that now, see the damage that staying and shielding the boys had left.
“I did the best I could.”
Thomas grinned up at him and elbowed Tig lightly. "Awww, you do care uncle Tiggy."
"Don't push it, kid. Caring makes me uncomfortable."
"Don't you already say whatever comes to mind?"
"That’s what I’m saying. Ain’t you some kinda genius, freaky little kid?" He musses Thomas’ hair as he taunts the kid, then finds himself adding: "I don’t mean t’call you a freak—I just say shit like that to scare ya off sometimes. You’re a good kid." Aw, shit. This was gonna be harder than he thought.
lets not forget the platonic ships of 'Daddy Tig/thomas, daddy!Tig/Abel...JUST DADDY TIG"
[[ Tig has “adopted” so many children I actually can’t make a list of all of them. It would stretch on for days.
Though if we’re going there Tig/Dawn *cough.* ]]
"Um, I was playing with dad's knife and i cut myself." Thomas said, refusing to cry, but his chin trembled.
"Aw, shit…c’mere, kid." Tig lifted the kid up and held him over the sink. He washed the blood off, then said, "I gotta call your mom…she’ll fix you right up."
"Hey gramma, you got any weed?"
Gemma held her joint up to her lips and looked him over, "Why do you need it?"
"Is it supposed to smoke like this?"
"You dumb shit…that’s the last time I leave you in charge of the brownies."
