thomas_sharpe (thomas_sharpe) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2016-02-22 11:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, !plot, dean winchester, ~thomas sharpe |
Who: Thomas and open to people in Allerdale Hall
When: Monday morning
Where: Allerdale Hall
What: Noticing something is wrong
Rating: Low - middle
Multiples are welcome! If you want to thread anything in Allerdale Hall during the first day, here is your place! I will soon toss something ghosty up as well.
Thomas had not slept well. Restoring the house to the beauty it had once held had been his priority. But now with all the people in the house he felt sick. It was moving so quickly. So many suggestions - so many tools and machines that he had never seen before and did not know. Strangers had invaded his home. He had lost control. What would Lucille say? She would hate what he was doing, would she not? Affection had become involved in a marriage that was supposed to be a trap and now he had led more strangers into his home to snoop and sniff around. To resurrect the mansion's soul which had been their dream.
No, Thomas had barely slept at all. He had tossed. He had turned. When it had become unbearable, he had slipped outside and down the stairwell into the Great Hall. He had lid the fireplace and was waiting for the time to pass and for the guilt to crumble. Lucille was not here. He would have stayed with her but his beloved sister was out of reach. A book lay on his lap as he flicked through the pages. The morning would sooth his mood. The past crawled out for a haunt during the night.