Thomas Ashley Littleton (suave_thomas) wrote in darker_london, @ 2017-11-30 00:57:00 |
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Halloweeeeen (Peter, Abby, Aly, Thomas) [Backdated to Halloween obvs]
Halloween was always a difficult time of year for Peter. It was the anniversary of the day he had been rescued from his terrifying ordeal beneath the Vatican at the hands of the Templar. And sure, being rescued had meant his torture was over, but it was also the only date he truly remembered too. While he had been trapped in the dark, never knowing day from night, the days had passed without knowledge or memory.
And so Thomas always made extra effort to be there for Peter around Halloween. This year was even easier to do so, considering his marriage to Spectre was now officially null and void. He sort of wanted to be near his best friend. So he was staying in the Kemp house for a week.
"Now that I'm not married to Spectre any more, I could change my alias," he said to his sister Abby, who was currently seated in Peter's wife's lap for some reason. Peter himself had toddled off to the yard to check on the children. "Peter thought he was hilarious coming up with Ashley Bigglesby but he didn't realise I was going to apply for a marriage licence with that name. I could change it to anything I want to."
"You could," Abby nodded, "though it'd be better if you just did it by deed poll instead of coming up with new fake docs. Don't cause complications with Katya's adoption."
"Good point," Thomas replied, leaning back in his chair. "I just really hate the name Bigglesby."
Aly giggled, proving Thomas' point. "What about Thor!? Thor Ragnarok! A movie and now a sexy name!"
Thomas snorted and lifted his head to give her a withering look. "I am not changing my name to Thor Ragnarok."
"Todd. Todd Bangin," Abby suggested, looking mischievous now. "Chet. Noam. Chad. Maurice."
"You're an asshole," Thomas informed her with a grin.
"They say if you change your name later in life, you should be influence by something you love," Aly mentioned, running her fingers through Abby's hair.
"Peter!" Abby suggested loudly, causing Aly to jump a little at the sudden force of Abby's words. "I got it. You should totally change your name to Peter Kemp."
"Amazing," Aly agreed, recovering quickly. She turned to Abby, her voice suddenly conspiratorial. "Did you know Peter Kemp kissed Peter Kemp?"
"I heard Peter Kemp took Peter Kemp's virginity," Abby nodded sagely, playing along.
"You two are a menace together," Thomas hissed.
"Peter Kemp thinks we're a menace together!" Abby cried out in faux shock.
"I think you sound like you're very high." Even though it was most likely the abundance of halloween candy the both of them had been snacking on for the last several hours while Thomas watched grimly.
"Peter Kemp thinks we sound like-"
"I think what now?" Peter asked, stepping back in from the kitchen. "What on earth is happening? It sounds like a rave in here."
At that, Thomas rose from his chair and he went to sling an arm around his best friend. "Peter, we both know you have no idea what a rave sounds like. And my sister and your wife are being ridiculous, let's leave them to it. They're on a sugar high."
Peter glanced at them and nodded at Thomas. "Are they going to make out? Their faces are really close together."
"I just don't know, Peter. I just don't know," he said, as Abby and Aly grinned at them as they walked away.
"Well have fun!" Peter called out to them over his shoulder as he was guided through the kitchen to the patio.
Once outside, Thomas took a seat on a deck chair, facing the yard. The kids were running around, playing with Peter and Thomas' dogs, who were having a ball with all the attention. "Look at Tommy, bossing them all around," Thomas said fondly.
"And James making sure they're all playing nice," Peter added, pulling up a chair beside Thomas. "How are you doing?"
"I was about to ask you," Thomas acknowledged, glancing over at his best friend. Thomas often took the role of protector, but even now he was wringing his hands without noticing. At least until Peter reached over and took gentle hold of them.
"Thomas," he said, his voice low and kind, "don't worry about me. The Vatican was...it was years ago."
"And my marriage ended yesterday," Thomas finished for him. Not that Peter was wrong, it just felt like a very strange role reversal. "I mean, it didn't. Not really. Legally it ended yesterday, but it's been dead for years." Peter was still holding his hands, and Thomas was grateful. It kept him grounded. "Feels like it's happening all over again though."
"You'll be happy again," Peter reassured him without Thomas even having to express his fear of dying (again) unhappy.
"I have a wife," Thomas said firmly. "She's just...dead." Mary hadn't been around for six months and he was fairly sure if they brought her back right now he wouldn't be able to let her go. He would need her too much. Best to wait so she didn't get trapped. Seeing his wife in pain was the last thing he wanted. The pay off for two weeks of bliss...it wasn't even a consideration.
"I wasn't even talking about a relationship, though I am fairly sure if you found someone else, Mary would be fine with it. You were married to two people before, you could be again. But I meant- It won't hurt forever."
Some dark part of Thomas wanted to snap at Peter and ask how in the hell he would know anything about it. Peter had never gotten a divorce. Of course the mother of his child had treated him like shit, then killed herself, and nearly twenty years ago he had also lost the love of his young life - sure that love had been Thomas himself, but Peter had still lost him. How were either of them supposed to know Thomas' death wouldn't be permanent?
And so Thomas didn't give in to the dark side of himself. Peter probably did know more about loss than he did. He had lost his mother and a sister- Thinking of all of it, Thomas tightened his grip on Peter's hands. His best friend who had suffered more pain than Thomas could ever imagine, was offering him comfort and Thomas felt his chest grow warm. "I reckon you're right," he finally admitted.
Peter smiled at him, and then he glanced over at their children again. James was pretending to be a dinosaur and Tommy and William were being good sports and playing along. Katya and Rasputina were helping Lauren build piles of leaves for them all to jump into. "Who would have thought we'd ever be here," he said softly.
"Well I died, so definitely not me," Thomas laughed. "Your wife and my sister think I should change my name to Peter Kemp."
"Oh that wouldn't cause any confusion at all," Peter cried out, though he was clearly amused. "My tiny little brain can only hold so much."
"Peter, your brain is huge, shut the fuck up."
"Thanks ever so," Peter quipped back, wryly. "So I assume they made the Peter on Peter action joke?"
"Oh explicitly," Thomas nodded.
"Would have been weird if they didn't." And Peter wasn't wrong. "Want to take the kids trick or treating with me later?"
Thomas grinned and nodded. If anything was going to break him out of his funk, it was watching the kids in their costumes get over-excited about candy. "It's a date, Peter."
"Good stuff, Peter."