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Thomas was fairly sure that the reason he was here was because James wanted him to be. The only solution was to do what he was supposed to do, and so Thomas was going to go to the US with Spectre and the band. It was probably for the best anyway, even though Caitlin was also coming. He could help watch the kids, considering Mara was coming and she was having troubles of her own, and Caitlin would be busy with the twins.
( Awwwww )
( Awwwww )
Thomas was fairly sure that the reason he was here was because James wanted him to be. The only solution was to do what he was supposed to do, and so Thomas was going to go to the US with Spectre and the band. It was probably for the best anyway, even though Caitlin was also coming. He could help watch the kids, considering Mara was coming and she was having troubles of her own, and Caitlin would be busy with the twins.
( Awwwww )
( Awwwww )
It was after dinner time when Lavinia finally staggered home. She had woken up in a small building not far from the street she lived on, her head spinning with retrospective fear and the effects of two soul suckings in one day. But she was alive. She was alive. The dreaded Amaris had had her and Lavinia had survived. Now she just needed to make sure this whole 'letting you go' thing wasn't a trick. And it hadn't been.
( Care )
( Care )
It was after dinner time when Lavinia finally staggered home. She had woken up in a small building not far from the street she lived on, her head spinning with retrospective fear and the effects of two soul suckings in one day. But she was alive. She was alive. The dreaded Amaris had had her and Lavinia had survived. Now she just needed to make sure this whole 'letting you go' thing wasn't a trick. And it hadn't been.
( Care )
( Care )
Lavinia and Mad Dog were sprawled on the sofa when Abby burst into their home without knowing first. Not that Lavinia would ever mind the presence of her children, knocking or no, but sometimes it was best to be careful... "My goodness, Abigail. If you had done that fifteen minutes ago, you wouldn't have liked what you saw..."
( Betrayal )
( Betrayal )
Lavinia and Mad Dog were sprawled on the sofa when Abby burst into their home without knowing first. Not that Lavinia would ever mind the presence of her children, knocking or no, but sometimes it was best to be careful... "My goodness, Abigail. If you had done that fifteen minutes ago, you wouldn't have liked what you saw..."
( Betrayal )
( Betrayal )
Lavinia arrived in Georgia on the band's day off. She had never before been to the United States or even outside of the UK before except for her week-long honeymoon with her first husband which she had spent in Paris. When she had married Bernard, he had decided to take her to the coast for a weekend and then he had to return to work. Lavinia could kick herself now for not realising he was a dropkick, but hindsight was twenty-twenty and after seventy-five years, Lavinia had a lot of it. Today, she intended on passing some on.
( Mummy )
( Mummy )
Lavinia arrived in Georgia on the band's day off. She had never before been to the United States or even outside of the UK before except for her week-long honeymoon with her first husband which she had spent in Paris. When she had married Bernard, he had decided to take her to the coast for a weekend and then he had to return to work. Lavinia could kick herself now for not realising he was a dropkick, but hindsight was twenty-twenty and after seventy-five years, Lavinia had a lot of it. Today, she intended on passing some on.
( Mummy )
( Mummy )
When Lavinia arrived at Joe's room, he feigned sleep in order to get out of holding a conversation with her. It worked for a while, but Lavinia decided to sit in his room and read, and eventually Joe got bored. It was fine when he just had to lie there and stare into space. But the effort of pretending to be asleep was exhausting. "I'm awake," he finally mumbled, pushing the hospital covers back from his face so he could see his mother.
( Mums Knows Best )
( Mums Knows Best )
When Lavinia arrived at Joe's room, he feigned sleep in order to get out of holding a conversation with her. It worked for a while, but Lavinia decided to sit in his room and read, and eventually Joe got bored. It was fine when he just had to lie there and stare into space. But the effort of pretending to be asleep was exhausting. "I'm awake," he finally mumbled, pushing the hospital covers back from his face so he could see his mother.
( Mums Knows Best )
( Mums Knows Best )
Lavinia stood outside Joseph Littleton's hospital room at Robert MacGavillary Memorial Hospital. He was silently reading the newspaper, and he looked so peaceful she hated to disrupt him. She was heavy with the news she had to convey, but she would let no one else tell him. No one else was going to tell her beloved son, that his wife of twenty-three years and his 13-month-old daughter had been killed before anyone had even known they were missing. While Joe had sat in his hospital bed battling infection, his world had been shattered. In all her seventy-five years, she had never had to do anything this hard before. And not a one of her years had been easy.
Taking a deep breath, Lavinia walked into Joe's room.
( The very depth of Grief )
Taking a deep breath, Lavinia walked into Joe's room.
( The very depth of Grief )
Lavinia stood outside Joseph Littleton's hospital room at Robert MacGavillary Memorial Hospital. He was silently reading the newspaper, and he looked so peaceful she hated to disrupt him. She was heavy with the news she had to convey, but she would let no one else tell him. No one else was going to tell her beloved son, that his wife of twenty-three years and his 13-month-old daughter had been killed before anyone had even known they were missing. While Joe had sat in his hospital bed battling infection, his world had been shattered. In all her seventy-five years, she had never had to do anything this hard before. And not a one of her years had been easy.
Taking a deep breath, Lavinia walked into Joe's room.
( The very depth of Grief )
Taking a deep breath, Lavinia walked into Joe's room.
( The very depth of Grief )
No matter how much you loved someone, or how much you trusted them, having them inside your head was a bit of an imposition, even stating it mildly. Abby had always been the more logical of the two, thinking things out and weighing the pros and cons of a situation before easing herself into the murky waters of descision. Thomas was the one who threw himself, head first, into anything and everything, and that was prescisely why he was the dead one. Again. And now Abby had that will to do in her head and she wondered if it would leave when Thomas did. If her new and more Thomas-like qualities would slip away. She didn't mind being Thomas-like. It was reassuring to just know you were doing the right thing, and bugger the consequenses. Thomas may be dead, but he had always done what needed to be done. Abby had no such reassurance. Nor had she ever really experienced such simple joy in everything around her. Not that Abby was an unhappy person, but her emotions were so complex, and she never really took a deep breath and appreciated what surrounded her. Thomas was teaching her that and she was grateful. She hoped it would remain long after he was gone.
( Thanksgiving )
( Thanksgiving )
No matter how much you loved someone, or how much you trusted them, having them inside your head was a bit of an imposition, even stating it mildly. Abby had always been the more logical of the two, thinking things out and weighing the pros and cons of a situation before easing herself into the murky waters of descision. Thomas was the one who threw himself, head first, into anything and everything, and that was prescisely why he was the dead one. Again. And now Abby had that will to do in her head and she wondered if it would leave when Thomas did. If her new and more Thomas-like qualities would slip away. She didn't mind being Thomas-like. It was reassuring to just know you were doing the right thing, and bugger the consequenses. Thomas may be dead, but he had always done what needed to be done. Abby had no such reassurance. Nor had she ever really experienced such simple joy in everything around her. Not that Abby was an unhappy person, but her emotions were so complex, and she never really took a deep breath and appreciated what surrounded her. Thomas was teaching her that and she was grateful. She hoped it would remain long after he was gone.
( Thanksgiving )
( Thanksgiving )
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