Dancing Queen (Thomas, Flynn, Deirdre)
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darker_londonThomas was dancing, which was a common state to find him in. Even when he was alone, which might have been strange were it anyone else. But 'dancing' was one of Thomas' normal modes. Happy, sad, loving, dancing...that was Thomas. Flynn and Deirdre had been heading up to Flynn's room to practice their vocals for the upcoming tour, though the sound of Muse coming from the living room sidelined them. They wandered through the hall until the were standing in the living room's entry way. And certainly the sight of Thomas dancing would stop anyone. He was incredible at it.
"What...are you doing?" Flynn asked, because it seemed prudent. Sure, it was plenty obvious, though Flynn was quite unsure as to whyTwilight and the writer's obsession with Muse. She watched, amused as Thomas then danced over to Flynn. "Come on! Join me!" He didn't want to pull the pregnant Deirdre in, though she probably would have been fine.
"No!" Flynn tried to pull away, but Thomas was strong and he did look like he was having a lot of fun. Flynn was pulled out into the middle of the room and Thomas started dancing around him.
"Come on, Flynn! Dance! It's fun!" Thomas was half-way yelling over the music, and he sounded absolutely thrilled.
"You're crazy and quite large!" Flynn yelled back, though there was laughter in his voice.
"Ah, guilty." Thomas winked at Deirdre who was leaning against the wall, just enjoying the show. "Put your hips into it!"
"I don't have hips! Get away from me, you zombie!" Flynn laughed and he bounced out of Thomas' grip. "Next you'll start gnawing on my shoulder."
"Nah, I already ate." Thomas laughed and he finally stopped dancing, though he still kept the beat by tapping his toes. "What are you all up to?"
"We're going to go practice singing." Deirdre said, finally moving into the room because it was safe to do so. "But you looked like you were having more fun..."
"Well, I suppose that's possible." Thomas grinned at them both. I'm mostly just enjoying the fact that I can dance. I have all this energy and I can actually expend it. I wasn't doing much boogieing in March."
"No." Flynn agreed. "You really weren't. It's nice to see. Even if I'm not much of a...boogey...myself."
Thomas snorted and he patted Flynn on the back. "You just haven't given it a chance. I bet that man of yours enjoys a good dance off every now and then."
"Yep. And my job is watching him." Flynn looked whimsical and quite charmed then, his lips quirking up into a half-smile. "Are James and Marie asleep?"
"Marie's with Charon and James is sleeping like an angel. Or he was before his irresponsible father started blaring music." Thomas laughed and he went to switch off the CD player. "But sometimes you just have to dance, you know?"
Flynn and Deirdre both gave him knowing looks and they nodded lightly. It was Flynn who spoke up, Deirdre opting to keep her tactless mouth shut for once. "I would imagine it's a good to be reminded of the things you still have. Or have again." Flynn dropped himself onto the sofa, quite willing to hang around with Thomas instead of practising. They could practise later. "And you're not alone anymore. We can share with you. If you want."
Thomas smiled fondly at both of them. "I reckon I'm doing okay. I'm not wearing the Chains of Amaris anymore." He held up his wrists which had previously been fitted with metal cuffs which had been welded shut. Even after he had been rescued, they had remainded on his wrists, causing him quite a lot of discomfort. "I will survive, as the great Gloria Gayor once said. Even if not literally." Thomas winked and he reached out to tuck a strand of Deirdre's red hair behind her ear. "But thanks for checking up on me."
"Will you do that booty shake thing again!?" Deirdre asked, clapping. "I like that thing!"
Thomas laughed and complied, grinning as Flynn and Deirdre whooped and cheered. Yep, Amaris could rest uneasily, knowing she had failed in ruining his existence, even if she had ended up being the catalyst in the loss of his life for the second time. Thomas Littleton may have been dead, but he was far from done.
"What...are you doing?" Flynn asked, because it seemed prudent. Sure, it was plenty obvious, though Flynn was quite unsure as to whyTwilight and the writer's obsession with Muse. She watched, amused as Thomas then danced over to Flynn. "Come on! Join me!" He didn't want to pull the pregnant Deirdre in, though she probably would have been fine.
"No!" Flynn tried to pull away, but Thomas was strong and he did look like he was having a lot of fun. Flynn was pulled out into the middle of the room and Thomas started dancing around him.
"Come on, Flynn! Dance! It's fun!" Thomas was half-way yelling over the music, and he sounded absolutely thrilled.
"You're crazy and quite large!" Flynn yelled back, though there was laughter in his voice.
"Ah, guilty." Thomas winked at Deirdre who was leaning against the wall, just enjoying the show. "Put your hips into it!"
"I don't have hips! Get away from me, you zombie!" Flynn laughed and he bounced out of Thomas' grip. "Next you'll start gnawing on my shoulder."
"Nah, I already ate." Thomas laughed and he finally stopped dancing, though he still kept the beat by tapping his toes. "What are you all up to?"
"We're going to go practice singing." Deirdre said, finally moving into the room because it was safe to do so. "But you looked like you were having more fun..."
"Well, I suppose that's possible." Thomas grinned at them both. I'm mostly just enjoying the fact that I can dance. I have all this energy and I can actually expend it. I wasn't doing much boogieing in March."
"No." Flynn agreed. "You really weren't. It's nice to see. Even if I'm not much of a...boogey...myself."
Thomas snorted and he patted Flynn on the back. "You just haven't given it a chance. I bet that man of yours enjoys a good dance off every now and then."
"Yep. And my job is watching him." Flynn looked whimsical and quite charmed then, his lips quirking up into a half-smile. "Are James and Marie asleep?"
"Marie's with Charon and James is sleeping like an angel. Or he was before his irresponsible father started blaring music." Thomas laughed and he went to switch off the CD player. "But sometimes you just have to dance, you know?"
Flynn and Deirdre both gave him knowing looks and they nodded lightly. It was Flynn who spoke up, Deirdre opting to keep her tactless mouth shut for once. "I would imagine it's a good to be reminded of the things you still have. Or have again." Flynn dropped himself onto the sofa, quite willing to hang around with Thomas instead of practising. They could practise later. "And you're not alone anymore. We can share with you. If you want."
Thomas smiled fondly at both of them. "I reckon I'm doing okay. I'm not wearing the Chains of Amaris anymore." He held up his wrists which had previously been fitted with metal cuffs which had been welded shut. Even after he had been rescued, they had remainded on his wrists, causing him quite a lot of discomfort. "I will survive, as the great Gloria Gayor once said. Even if not literally." Thomas winked and he reached out to tuck a strand of Deirdre's red hair behind her ear. "But thanks for checking up on me."
"Will you do that booty shake thing again!?" Deirdre asked, clapping. "I like that thing!"
Thomas laughed and complied, grinning as Flynn and Deirdre whooped and cheered. Yep, Amaris could rest uneasily, knowing she had failed in ruining his existence, even if she had ended up being the catalyst in the loss of his life for the second time. Thomas Littleton may have been dead, but he was far from done.
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