darker_london | Where her hero hides (Thomas, Svetlana) (Reply)

Thomas had been avoiding his family for the last couple months, not because he didn't actually want to see them, but because he knew they would ask about Spectre. Thomas didn't want to talk about Spectre right now. He knew they would instantly note that something was wrong, since that was how the Littletons were. Thomas didn't want there to be anything wrong. So he avoided the issue altogether.

Spectre had sprung the fact that he was now going to Greece for a week on Thomas while he was eating breakfast. It had been said as a cast-away comment as Spectre left the house. In a week Spectre was leaving and he had barely let Thomas know. He found it frustrating.

While his children were visiting his mother and having a grandma day, Thomas took the opportunity to stop by the hospital. Anything to avoid thinking about his marriage. He made his way to the secure ward to Svetlana's room and he keyed in the code not worried for his safety at all. Svetlana wouldn't hurt him, even if he was the only person in the world right now that was true for.

Thomas shut the door behind him as the brunette looked up at him from her hunched over position on her bed. Her knuckles were bandaged as was her knee. Thomas suspected she had been clawing at it. "Thomas," she whispered. "Brother Thomas, will you pray for me?"

Thomas bit his lip and he walked over to the bed and he sat down beside her. "I always pray for you, Svetlana." And he did, even if he was not longer a monk and didn't technically believe any more. It couldn't hurt. "Do you want to heal your hands up?" Thomas offered his hand to her in case she wanted to siphon a but of his soul to mend her wounds. Different demons had different levels of addiction to souls and for some demons a soul could send them spiralling out of control. Svetlana had never had an issue with that at all. Her problem wasn't the souls, it was her reality being different from everyone else's.

Svetlana shook her head and she looked up at him, her eyes pleading. "Hurt Daddy for me, Brother Thomas. Please?"

"Svetochka, you know I can't hurt Peter."

"He is lying to you!" Svetlana hissed at him, her eyes wild. Her hair hung in strands over her face, and Thomas reached out to push it back behind her ear, a move which would have seem anyone else suddenly missing an arm. Instead, Svetlana leaned her head into his hand and Thomas gave her a sad smile.

"You know I would do anything to help you if I could. Peter isn't the enemy, Sveta."

Svetlana frowned cutely. "He trapped me under a metal locker once and Crazy Uncle Razvan had to rescue me. And he closed me in that bunker with you and Rory." Rory had been a corpse. Svetlana had eaten it. Thomas didn't really need to remember that.

"Heh. He did, but-" Thomas didn't think explaining 'but you were batshit at the time and you stole his kids' was going to help here, since she had expressed similar desires recently enough. "You'll understand again one day. I know you will."

Svetlana said nothing, she just leaned down against her mattress and she curled up into a ball. "He leaves me to rot like Rory. Not like when you were dead. You didn't smell at all."

Thomas snorted at that and he ran his fingers through her hair gently. "I probably did. Luckily you got to experience the...un-dead version of me, not the...dead-dead version."

"No more talking, Brother Thomas," Svetlana said, squeezing her eyes shut. "My head is spinning. Xenia doesn't come by anymore and Daddy took the light away."

"Shhh. Alright, I won't be confusing. Do you want me to read to you again?" Thomas had a book of translated Russian folk tales that he read to her. It calmed her down incredibly.

"Yes please," Svetlana nodded against the blankets. "But no bears."

"No stories about bears, you got it."