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~chris' inbox~
Dec. 12th, 2012 11:44 pm[Texts, voicemails, and unfortunate pictures from last night go here.]
[Nobody's home.
Nobody's home, nobody's coming home for a while now.
He can do this, if nobody will ever see. (Right?)
He digs in the back of his closet and pulls out the box.
(sometimes when they're clearing out the attic of the house you used to live in, there are things that can be saved before they're taken to be stored away. a string of pearls, an old pair of heels, a faded dress, he lays them out on the bed in turn and stares)
(there are things he can't tell thomas)
(he doesn't know there are cameras here too)]
Nobody's home, nobody's coming home for a while now.
He can do this, if nobody will ever see. (Right?)
He digs in the back of his closet and pulls out the box.
(sometimes when they're clearing out the attic of the house you used to live in, there are things that can be saved before they're taken to be stored away. a string of pearls, an old pair of heels, a faded dress, he lays them out on the bed in turn and stares)
(there are things he can't tell thomas)
(he doesn't know there are cameras here too)]
post-confession awkward morning after
Dec. 1st, 2012 09:44 pm[He wakes up in the wrong room.
He wakes up in Thomas' room.
It takes him a moment to start remembering, because he sits bolt-upright when he realizes where he is, which does not do wonderful things for his head. It starts pounding the moment he sits up, and he has to lie down for a moment and wait for it to subside.
So, last night, he was...in here, with Thomas, and...he was talking to him, telling him--
Oh god.
He makes himself a solemn promise never to drink again as he stares up at the ceiling.
He's going to have to get up in a moment, right? But his head hurts and his mouth tastes awful and he just wants to lie here for a moment thinking about his terrible decisions.]
He wakes up in Thomas' room.
It takes him a moment to start remembering, because he sits bolt-upright when he realizes where he is, which does not do wonderful things for his head. It starts pounding the moment he sits up, and he has to lie down for a moment and wait for it to subside.
So, last night, he was...in here, with Thomas, and...he was talking to him, telling him--
Oh god.
He makes himself a solemn promise never to drink again as he stares up at the ceiling.
He's going to have to get up in a moment, right? But his head hurts and his mouth tastes awful and he just wants to lie here for a moment thinking about his terrible decisions.]
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Nov. 30th, 2012 04:27 pm[It's rare that he can actually get out in the field. Most of his time is taken up by his duties as the heir (although, of course, he keeps up with his training), so when something requires a duel, it's usually one of his siblings who's called. But sometimes there's a task that can't be managed by anyone else -- or just one that everyone else refuses to manage.
Today, Thomas didn't come in to work. And, of course, Chris is in charge of Thomas.
(And maybe he volunteered, because he remembers his promise from last night.)
He unlocks the door of the Arkwright residence (he hopes that Thomas is at home, because he doesn't know where else he would look) and steps inside.]
Thomas?
Today, Thomas didn't come in to work. And, of course, Chris is in charge of Thomas.
(And maybe he volunteered, because he remembers his promise from last night.)
He unlocks the door of the Arkwright residence (he hopes that Thomas is at home, because he doesn't know where else he would look) and steps inside.]
Thomas?
