Thomas Julian Kemp (asterismos) wrote in nevermore_au, @ 2014-04-25 14:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | jameson kemp, thomas kemp |
WHO: Thomas and Jamie
WHAT: Visiting Thomas in prison
WHEN: November, 2019
WHERE: ...some prison...
WARNINGS: FEELS, talk of violence and character death
The worst thing in the world, Thomas Kemp had discovered, was only being able to see his son about once a fortnight. After Lena had been murdered by Beelzebub and Thomas had been framed for it, he'd been rotting away in prison. He missed his family so much it ached, but Jamie was the worst of it. He felt like half of him was always missing, save for the hour-long visits he was allowed to have with Jamie. Thomas never put a toe out of line, for fear he would lose the chance to see Jamie at all.
At first, he had only been able to speak with Jamie through a glass window, using phones. It had been horrible. After a year, they had finally allowed Thomas to have a small visitation room to see his family in. The first time Thomas had hugged his son in a year, he hadn't wanted to let go. Not ever.
It was of some solace that there were people on the outside, constantly trying to clear his name, and two of them were detectives. It had been five years, however, and Thomas didn't know if that was a really bad sign. He had Hermes on his side too, which was mostly a blessing, as Hermes had connections on the inside. Those connections kept Thomas safe most of the time, though the previous night he had been jumped in the hallway when he was by himself. Not everyone approved of the protection he received.
Well aware Jamie was coming in for a visit, Thomas didn't fight back, letting the men pummel him until a guard found them. The others were given solitary and Thomas was made to wear hand and leg irons into the visitation room. He was lucky he was allowed in at all.
He took a seat and turned to the guard who always lurked in the corner. "Can't you take these off? I don't want my kid to have to see them?" he asked, lifting one manacled hand up. The guard simply kept staring ahead and Thomas sighed, taking that as a definitive no.
While he waited, he lit a cigarette and smoked, even if it was interesting trying to accomplish that in wrist irons. He would put the cigarette out when Jamie arrived, but for now it was calming his nerves. His left eye was purple and swollen and he knew his son wouldn't be pleased to see it, just as he wasn't pleased that Thomas was now perpetually fifteen pounds underweight. Thomas would have to smile through it though. He would do it for Jamie.