A TLH Fanfiction
Days Past: 1905
“Are you ready?” Thomas asked. Alastair sucked in a breath.
“Absolutely not but we should do it anyway.”
Thomas laughed nervously, taking the other man’s hand. “We can do it. Anna and Kamala promised they would do it with us.”
“I know, and I appreciate it, but I am nervous.”
“I would be surprised if you weren’t.”
They watched a sea of couples dancing on the tiled floors, the room illuminated by the bright glow of witchlights and chandeliers. People twirled and danced to soft yet lively music, and their friends stood off to the side, laughing and drinking.
When the music ended the two men made their way out to the dance floor as the next song started, and soon Anna and Kamala were next to them.
“Remind me why I agreed to this?” Kamala asked, eyeing people as they started to stare and mutter. Alasair felt like his throat was constricting, but he tried to put on a brave face. If he and Thomas wanted to get married in a year or so, people should know of their relationship.
“Because you love me,” Anna and Alastair said at the same time. Thomas snorted while
Anna smirked. “Careful Carstairs, I’ll start telling everyone you’re engaged to a woman,” she joked.
“I’m horrified,” he said. Their banter did little, but something, to ease his nerves. He glanced to the side where he saw James and Cordelia quickly scurrying onto the floor with them.
“Thank you,” he told them as they came up next to the other two couples and started to dance to the music as well. James spinning Cordelia at the que to do so. She smiled at her brother.
“I had no idea any of you were doing this,” James noted, but he smiled nonetheless. Alastair supposed the other thieves were warming up to him. He and Matthew were simply on polite terms while he and James had gradually gotten to the point where they would speak honest conversations with each other. Christopher however, had taken to Alastair almost immediately after Thomas told his cousin about their relationship. Then of course, he and Thomas were already planning a second trip to Paris together to get away from whatever happened that night, whether the outcome was good or bad. They simply wanted to be alone.
Thomas shrugged. “I suppose it’s a surprise for everyone.”
Alastair glanced over at his mother, and to his surprise, she was smiling brightly at him while holding Rostam up against her hip. The toddler watched his brother and sister curiously. He smiled goofily at them and Alastair almost forgot everyone else was in the room. Alastair glanced over at the group of friends they had just left to see Eugenia grinning like an idiot along with Christopher. Lucie elbowed Jesse and he offered her his hand, and the couple gladly started towards them to join the song. Matthew was watching them all thoughtfully, smiling gently, however, despite Alastair not knowing much of the other man he had noticed him being in a far more down mood compared to normal playfulness. A few more couples joined them, Grace and Christopher included, and Alastair appreciated those of them who supported what they were trying to do.
By the time the song ended everyone quickly departed the floor, and Alastair leaned on Thomas as they stood quietly by the entrance to the room, a few of their friends coming over to speak with them. No one talked about their dancing together, and they didn’t need to. Cordelia was standing in front of him purposefully but he caught the dirty looks and disgusted glances, a few people looking at either him and Thomas or Anna and Kamala and whispering unhappily.
“How did you two end up back together anyways?” Matthew said. “Anna’s been depriving me of any good gossip.”
“I have not,” she objected. “And anyways,” she looked at Kamala with a soft expression, “It took a while.”
“Quite a long story,” Kamala said absentmindedly as she craned her neck to see over Grace, who was standing across from her. “Damn,” she swore, “Thomas your parents are coming, my parents are coming. So is your mother, Alastair.”
Thomas tensed next to Alastair, and he found himself more worried for Thomas and his parents' thoughts than his own mother. She’d smiled while they were dancing and that was enough to convince him it would be okay between the two of them. Sophie and Gideon walked up to them. To Alastair and most likely Thomas’s relief, they were smiling as well. Sophie looked over at Anna. “Your parents want to speak with you, Anna,” she said kindly. “Don’t worry, I doubt they're mad. I’m sure they just wish to check on you.”
Anna nodded mutley and took off towards where her parents stood on the far side of the room, and Christopher gave Thomas an encouraging look before following after his sister.
“Thomas, could we speak with you?” Gideon asked.
Alastair glanced up at Thomas, who looked hesitant. He finally nodded. “Of course,” and followed after his parents after squeezing Alastair’s hand gently. Alastair watched as Kamala’s parents neared them, and she quickly excused herself before walking away, starting towards the door. Her parents stopped, not wanting to chase their daughter all the way around the Institute. They disappeared back into the crowd.
Alastair had spoken briefly with his mother but all she’d truly said was that she loved him, then had been unhappily pulled into conversation with another group of people, but she had promised they would talk at home. Cordelia had taken Rostam and they both sat with their younger brother, talking and goofing around with him.
Thomas emerged from where he had been off with his parents, and smiled at Alastair. He walked up to them and pulled Alastair up off the bench they were sitting on. “Could I steal you for a moment?”
“Of course,” he said. He looked back at Cordelia. “I may or may not be back.”
She laughed softly. “Okay Dâdâsh.” Alastair knelt down and ruffled Rostam’s hair softly, then followed Thomas out of the ballroom.
Thomas led him to the library and shut the doors behind them, leaning on them and sighing. Alastair raised an eyebrow and leaned on the wall by him. “Was it alright with your parents?”
“Yes, they’re happy for us.”
“Then what’s troubling you?”
“The backlash we’ll get.”
Alastair stepped forwards and took his hand. “We’ll go to Paris, let things settle down.”
“I know. I’m just scared.”
He smiled sadly, kissing Thomas’s cheek. “I know.”
Thomas pulled his hand up to his chest. “Do you want to go back to my house? I can make us something, then we can get some rest.”
Alastair smirked. “You mean I’ll make something and you’ll watch.”
He laughed and opened the doors behind Thomas. “Let’s go then.” And they stepped out into the dark hallway.
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