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melanielocke · 3 years

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A lesson in waltz

Thomas is insecure about his dancing and asks Alastair to teach him. Alastair decides to help him with the very romantic and seductive waltz.

tagging @julywood because of the Thomas Lightwood content.

Notes: All the technique and figures described are modern waltz. I am not sure how much has changed since 1903, but I do know the hold was the same back then (Cordelia comments on the amount of body contact during waltz). Since I know how to dance a modern slow waltz but not a 1903 one, I went with what I know. Also, a Viennese waltz is quite a difficult dance. It is much faster than the slow waltz, and only has natural and reverse turns as figures, but basically you just keep turning around each other at a fast pace and get dizzy and die inside.

For Thomas, dancing a waltz could be difficult because of his height , but Thomas and Alastair should be a good match height wise. As a short woman, this is difficult for me too since many men are a bit too tall for me (I dance with a woman myself, which works better)

Thomas was glad to finally have some time alone with Alastair. They were in the institute, Thomas was just finished training and everyone else had gone home. They’d been together for three months now, and most of their friends knew. To his surprise, all had accepted their relationship, with the exception of Matthew. Or at least at first. Matthew had completely lost it when Thomas had told him, and he was grateful Alastair hadn’t been there that day with all the terrible things Matthew had spewed about him. Matthew also had been very drunk that night, and had apologized when he was sober. Thomas still wasn’t quite sure if Matthew was willing to forgive Alastair, but he wasn’t here now. He was in the Basilias, in treatment for his alcoholism, and Thomas and his friends all hoped he would be alright. He knew Alastair’s father hadn’t gotten better, but according to Alastair he hadn’t cared to get better either. Thomas hoped Matthew did.

They were in the institute ballroom together now, Alastair had promised him to help him with his dancing as there would be a ball organized by the Herondales soon and Thomas didn’t want to embarrass himself with his dancing, and he had promised both Eugenia and Kamala a dance. He didn’t want to disappoint his sister or her partner.

‘Today we’ll be dancing a waltz,’ Alastair said, grinning.

Waltz was considered a very intimate dance, and Thomas very much wanted to dance a waltz with Alastair. He was also very aware that he might step on Alastair’s feet several times. Thomas voiced his concerns.

‘If you regularly step on a lady’s feet, or my feet for that matter, that means you’re not leading properly,’ Alastair said. ‘That’s something we can work on. If you lead your steps, then I will sense where you’re going to put your foot and where I’m supposed to put mine.’

Thomas wasn’t a very good leader on the dance floor, and he regularly stepped on lady’s toes. Lately, he had barely dared ask anyone to dance. He wasn’t much of a party goer either, even now he wasn’t fond of large crowds, and neither was Alastair. But Alastair and Cordelia both loved dancing, even if Alastair hated the parties and would much rather be dancing with Thomas.

‘It usually ends in disaster, especially waltz since you’re so close together,’ Thomas admitted. ‘I’m not sure how to make proper contact with my partner, and it feels rather awkward to be so close with someone.’

‘I think that’s because you’re too tall for most women,’ Alastair said. ‘It would be much easier to dance with a gentleman for you. Of course, your sister is also rather tall so that should work. But with Lucie Herondale a waltz just wouldn’t work because of the height difference.’

It began to make sense why he’d embarrassed himself and Lucie at the previous ball.

‘Now, it is important that while waltz steps are usually big, you make sure that your partner can keep up. I can step quite big as well, but shorter ladies or ladies who aren’t accomplished at waltz won’t keep up and then you will trip them.’

Alastair went into detail about the technique of stepping forward and backward. As a leader, he would step forward more often, but it was important to know how to go backward as well. It had never occurred to him to move his foot backward already before lowering at the end of three.

Alastair looked so graceful, even dancing by himself and showing the basic natural turn of waltz. It was like watching a wave, a dramatic rise and fall, and smooth movement, a slow and controlled lowering at the end of three whereas Thomas usually just dropped down. Thomas wished he could be that elegant.

‘That’s better,’ Alastair said. ‘Now, show me your hold.’

Thomas lifted up his arms. Shorter men usually had to hold up their arms in a horizontal position, but with a height difference he could let his elbows hang a little lower. Thomas always had a height difference with his partner, so he did that.

‘Shoulders down,’ Alastair said.

Thomas tried to do what Alastair asked, but he just repeated his command. ‘I said down. That’s not down.’

Alastair turned over, and touched his back. ‘You should be feeling this muscle.’

That did it, he pulled his shoulder further down, and Alastair looked content for once.

‘Stretch up everything,’ Alastair said. ‘And keep a tension in your abdominal muscles, that’ll keep your posture.’

Alastair made a few more corrections, and then joined him as a follower. Alastair’s elbows were a little higher than his shoulders to be able to reach him, he put his left hand on Thomas’ biceps and took his other hand.

Thomas was certain he started blushing when Alastair pressed his body against him, seeking contact between both their right sides. Then Alastair stretched up to the left, not bending backward, but forward and to the left in a way that made it seem as if he was hanging backward. While some ladies could be heavy in his arms, Alastair was not, he wasn’t hanging onto his shoulders.

‘Keep a bit more tension in your stomach. For the most part, though, it is the follower’s job to keep the connection. You can feel my legs too, pay attention to my knees.’

Thomas could feel Alastair’s legs very well, he felt most his body. Alastair was standing against him from his knee up to around nipple height.

‘Alright, now make sure to keep this posture upright at all times,’ Alastair said. ‘And step.’

‘Which steps do I do?’

‘Surprise me,’ Alastair said. ‘You can test your leading with surprise figures. But maybe start simple.’

At first he was able to keep the connection. Then he tried one of the more advanced figured he knew, starting with a turning lock. Alastair followed pretty well, turning with him, but when they opened into a promenade position he realized he no longer felt Alastair against him. It often happened with this position, in a promenade the follower turned her head and switched the side with which they made connection, from right to left. Thomas almost always lost his partner.

‘Don’t turn out your shoulders,’ Alastair said. ‘Most people make that mistake with promenade position, but your shoulders remain in the same line up. Your arms move a bit like this, so you put me more behind me.’

Thomas let go of Alastair, and Alastair showed him the position as a lead. Of course, Alastair didn’t do anything weird with his shoulders and looked perfectly elegant with his head turned a bit further to the left and his arms keeping an imaginary partner a bit more behind him. Thomas tried the figure on his own a few times until Alastair commented that it was a bit better.

‘You’ll have to practice that one, but for now just try to fix the connection afterwards. Most don’t do this well anyway.’

Alastair put on some waltz music on the gramophone and returned to him. Thomas got back into hold, pulling on the muscles Alastair had pointed out to keep his shoulders low, and invited Alastair into his arms. Thomas wondered how much practice Alastair had dancing as a follower to be able to do it so well, Thomas didn’t even know the follower’s steps, but Alastair could do the lady’s hold quite well.

Thomas waited until he was sure he was starting on the one. He might be a bit of a clumsy dancer, but he did know music well enough. Besides, Alastair would never let him dance out of beat, Alastair was far more accomplished at music than he was and understood the rhythm of all the different dances quite well.

Thomas made sure not to step too big, but Alastair followed his movement quite well, able to keep up with his long legs. Thomas grew more comfortable after the first long end and corner and decided to try a few more figures, starting with the turning lock. The promenade was still a little awkward and Thomas realized he’d turned out his shoulders too much, but he regained the connection as Alastair closed his position again in the following steps. Thomas added a little sway. Alastair had explained to him that he was supposed to stretch up his body, not just lift his arm, to make one side rise further than the other, and when he did, Alastair moved with him, stretching out even further. Thomas still did not quite understand how Alastair could move so elegantly, and Thomas loved how he could guide Alastair’s movements with his own, even if Alastair looked far more beautiful and graceful than he did.

Of course, part of his job as a leader in the waltz was to make the follower look pretty, and if anything that was something he was succeeding at. But then of course, Alastair always looked pretty.

Thomas was the first to notice someone had entered the ballroom. Alastair was looking in the opposite direction, he couldn’t see. During waltz, you didn’t look at your partner, instead both looking to the left, Thomas so he could see where he was going and Alastair because that made him look pretty.

It was Charles Fairchild who had entered the room, staring at both of them in disgust. Charles had found out about their relationship eventually, although Alastair hadn’t wanted to tell him at first. Ultimately, Alastair had decided telling him he was with someone else was the best way to make him back off.

‘Tom, what’s wrong?’ Alastair asked when he stopped dancing, and then he noticed Charles as he turned his head towards the door. He backed away, but Thomas wasn’t about to let Charles bother Alastair.

‘What are you doing here?’ he asked Charles.

‘Just looking for mr. Herondale,’ Charles said indignantly. ‘Believe me, I have no desire to see any of that.’

‘He’s not here,’ Thomas said. ‘So move along.’

Charles glared at both of them once more before leaving them alone. Thomas felt Alastair relax a little beside him, he still tensed up whenever Charles was near. Sometimes Thomas wasn’t sure if he could ever be enough to fix the damage Charles had done, but Alastair was seeing uncle Jem to process his trauma.

‘Thanks for telling him to go away,’ Alastair said. ‘I always get so anxious when he’s near.’

‘Anything for you,’ Thomas said, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

‘You did well,’ Alastair said. ‘I’m sure you’ll be fine dancing with your sister. But…’

‘What it is?’ Thomas asked and he watched a wicked grin appear on Alastair’s face.

‘We have only danced the slow waltz. Viennese waltz is next.’

#Alastair Carstairs #Thomas Lightwood #Ballroom dancing #Slow waltz #tlh #The Last Hours #Chain of Gold #Chain of Iron #Julywood

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melanielocke · 3 years

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Lost in the Shadows - Chapter one

Lucie, Cordelia, Thomas and Alastair are spending the summer in a small town at the edge of a forest. Lucie hopes she can finally tell Cordelia how she really feels, while Thomas hopes to get to know Alastair a bit better. Alastair and Cordelia are glad to get some time away from their family and their parents separating. But something is not right in the forest. People are disappearing, and a creature warns Thomas that he is in danger, that a debt to a powerful being has not yet been repaid and they will need to combine all their abilities to stop what’s coming, and save Thomas.

CW: past toxic relationship, past abuse, mentions of alcoholism, PTSD It won't be super gory, but can be creepy

Tag list: @foxglove-airmid @alastair-esfandiyar-carstairs1 @nott-the-best

Tagging @julywood because Thomas is one of the main characters

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32505550/chapters/80620474

‘Are you finished packing, Lulu?’

Lucie heard her father’s voice from behind the door of her bedroom, but she didn’t respond immediately. She was working on her story, and needed to finish this chapter so she could email it to Cordelia. She needed to concentrate, and that required blocking out all sounds coming from the outside world. The chapter had taken a bit longer than anticipated and the ghost of one of Cordelia’s dead boyfriends had somehow made its way into the chapter. Fictional Cordelia had had many boyfriends and all had died tragic deaths to make way for the next. She currently didn’t have a boyfriend and Lucie wasn’t planning another one yet. The real Cordelia had only dated her brother James for a while a year ago. Lucie didn’t think she wanted real Cordelia to have a boyfriend either.

The door opened and her father peeked inside. ‘You haven’t started packing at all, have you?’

‘I need to finish my chapter for Cordelia,’ Lucie insisted. ‘She will be stuck in a very long car ride with only Alastair for company and she needs something to occupy herself with.’

Lucie would be staying the summer with her parents in her grandmother’s manor, whereas her grandmother would be traveling to southern Italy with a couple of friends. While Lucie was usually excited about spending her summer there, she had feared it would be lonely considering her brother James wouldn’t be coming this year. He’d graduated school and he and his best friend Matthew were going to travel across the continent by themselves. She’d feared she’d be alone all summer, but then Thomas, her closest friend besides Cordelia, had convinced his parents to travel to the same town this summer, renting a cottage nearby her grandmother’s house.

‘Alright, I’ll pack for you,’ her father said. ‘But if you find your swimsuit or your sparrow plush toy is missing, then I will not be held responsible.’

‘Jack is coming,’ Lucie insisted, referring to her sparrow plush toy she’d once named after Jack Sparrow, and she put her laptop away to put her plush toy in her bag.

After a short moment of contemplation she put her new pink bikini and an older black and red striped one piece in there too. There was a lake close to grandmother’s manor and Lucie expected she’d go swimming regularly. She returned to her laptop, and tried to think of a good ending for the chapter. She didn’t like to end everything in a cliffhanger, but the story needed to remain intriguing.

‘No clothes? Underwear?’ her father asked.

Lucie considered just bringing everything suitable for the summer but realized they didn’t have that much space in the car. So instead she opened her closet, picked out some tops, skirts, dresses and jumpsuits and put them into her bag. She would probably regret leaving something behind later on but there was no time. Just to be sure, she went over the closet again and added a couple more dresses. She couldn’t leave her new yellow wrap dress behind, she’d sent Cordelia a picture of her wearing it a couple of weeks ago after she’d bought it and Cordelia had commented that she looked gorgeous. Lucie suspected it was just Cordelia being nice but the comment had still made her heart run wild.

She added enough underwear to last her several weeks and then went back to adding clothes at random until the bags were full.

‘Done,’ she announced, and she went back to her laptop, finishing her chapter.

Adding in a ghost was a difficult choice, but Lucie had decided fictional ghosts behaved similarly to real ghosts. Lucie had never seen a ghost of a dead boyfriend though. She hadn’t seen Jesse Blackthorn even once since he’d died four years ago.

When the chapter was finished, she emailed it to Cordelia, hoping she would receive it before she and her brother left home. Cordelia had almost not been allowed to come stay with her family this summer, her father tended to be strict and wanted to keep Cordelia at home. There had been some trouble lately at the Carstairs home though, and Cordelia’s mother had decided it would be good for her to go spend time with Lucie. Cordelia’s brother Alastair had decided to come with her, although Lucie wasn’t sure why. Either way, Lucie had decided she and Cordelia were going to have the greatest summer ever.

***

Thomas hadn’t been this excited about going on a vacation with his parents in a while. The small town where they’d be staying sounded boring, and certainly wasn’t the location most boys his age wanted to spend the summer, but then Thomas wasn’t interested in drinking and partying all night and would much rather explore forests and go swimming in lakes with Lucie Herondale. That wasn’t the main reason he was excited though. A week ago, Lucie had confirmed her close friend Cordelia Carstairs would be staying the summer with her, and a couple of days later Lucie had informed him Cordelia’s brother Alastair would be coming as well.

Thomas had gone to school with Alastair for a year, Alastair a year ahead of him, and at the time Alastair had been rather awful, especially to Thomas’ friends James and Matthew. To be fair, Alastair’s jokes about Matthew behaving like his mother were funny. Matthew did behave like his mother, always coming to collect him when he’d spent too much time around Alastair. Why he’d fallen in love with Alastair anyway, he wasn’t sure. He’d been intrigued by the mystery, he guessed, Alastair’s sad eyes and vicious tongue.

But after that year, Alastair had changed schools, and had gone to school with Lucie and Cordelia instead and he’d heard much from Lucie about him. Alastair had defended Lucie from bullies had kept to himself and created this image of someone who was untouchable, no longer a bully, but he would destroy you if you even considered hurting his sister or her friend Lucie. Thomas was once more intrigued. While James and Matthew were still angry, Thomas had decided he must have changed and he was thankful Alastair had protected Lucie, heaven knew that girl knew how to get herself into trouble.

Thomas checked his phone for the millionth time. He was done packing, but his parents were not. Lucie hadn’t send any new texts and Thomas suspected she needed to pack or finish the latest chapter of her novel before her parents left. She’d listed some ideas that might help him spend more time alone with Alastair, although Thomas was not yet sure if he wanted that. He wasn’t out to anyone but Lucie yet, and although he intended to tell his parents, he wasn’t yet sure how. He wasn’t yet sure he was ready for a relationship, and although he liked Alastair, he was also a bit intimidated by him.

Barbara had sent a message, and Thomas opened it. It was a picture of her and Oliver in front of the Eiffel Tower. Barbara and her boyfriend Oliver had gone to Paris to celebrate their two year anniversary and to celebrate Barbara graduating as a nurse.

Thomas texted a response and put his phone in his bag and walked outside, checking to see if his parents needed any help. A couple of gnomes were running around the garden. Thomas didn’t mind them, they took good care of the garden, and were far from dangerous, but they could get up to mischief. He’d learned that whenever cookies, forks or socks went missing, it was usually the garden gnomes. They lived in forests sometimes, but also liked to build their homes in human gardens. Of course, most humans had no idea they were there, but Thomas could see all sorts of strange creatures. Most were harmless, so Thomas never minded much. He didn’t seek out the supernatural, but he didn’t mind its presence.

Both his mother and Barbara had the same gift, and although Eugenia didn’t she had learnt to see the gnomes. Thomas had found out everyone could learn to see the supernatural if they knew what to look for and knew it was out there. Most people didn’t believe so they didn’t see, but Eugenia had grown up with a mother and siblings who saw everything whether they wanted to or not. She had always known what was out there.

Eugenia and her friend Kamala would be spending the summer in India this year, they’d saved up for months for their big trip. Thomas suspected they might be more than just friends but so far Eugenia had not confirmed this.

‘We’re almost done,’ his mother promised, handing him a plate of cookies. ‘Give some to the gnomes, will you? To show them our thanks for taking care of the garden.’

Thomas went into the backyard where even more gnomes had gathered. It was difficult to imagine most people could look at this scene and see nothing out of the ordinary, when several gnomes were running around, holding something shiny in their hands.

‘The car keys,’ Thomas groaned out loud and he put the plate of cookies on the ground.

‘You can have these, but please give me the keys back,’ he said.

The gnomes said something, but Thomas didn’t understand their language, and then attacked the plate of cookies, dropping the car keys in the process. Thomas picked them up before the gnomes realized anything, and picked up the plate as soon as it was empty. Gnomes could be monsters when it came to cookies and they didn’t have table manners, they just attacked any food they saw. Thomas couldn’t blame them.

Thomas quickly washed the plate and put it back with the others before joining his parents again, who were finally finished with everything.

‘Feeding the gnomes again, Sophie?’ his father asked. ‘Are you sure that many cookies are healthy for them?’

His mother shrugged. ‘They’re gnomes, Gideon. Who knows what’s healthy for them?’

His father couldn’t argue with that logic. Thomas wondered if there would be gnomes too at the cottage where they would be staying, or if other creatures would show themselves. Thomas had learned that if there was a myth or any kind of story depicting it, it probably existed somewhere, but most such beings were very rare and so far Thomas had mostly encountered gnomes.

Checking the car one last time to see if they had everything, Thomas got into the passenger seat next to his mother who would be driving, his father behind. Thomas had gotten too tall to fit in the backseat of this car and sitting there for a long drive would be unnecessarily painful. Besides, Thomas was better at reading maps than his father, and if they got lost they would depend on him to find the way.

As they drove, Thomas couldn’t help but think of Alastair Carstairs. Why had he decided to join the Herondales? Thomas didn’t think he was particularly close to Lucie, although he knew Will Herondale had a weak spot for anything that carried the name Carstairs. He wasn’t surprised the Herondales had invited him along. Could he be thinking of Thomas? And would Lucie’s plans to get them to spend time together help, or only make everything worse?

***

‘I cannot get this bag to close,’ Cordelia complained.

‘Perhaps that’s because there’s a limit to how much fits in there,’ Alastair said without looking up.

He was finished packing, of course. Cordelia, on the other hand, had decided she had not yet enough clothes packed and with some suggestions from her mother and aunt Risa had tried to add more.

‘Don’t you have another bag for me?’ Cordelia asked, annoyed.

She loved Alastair, but sharing a room with him was a bit too much and they’d gotten on each other’s nerves. They were currently staying with their aunt Risa, their mother too, but Risa’s apartment was a bit small for all of them. It was a temporary situation and Cordelia hoped that after the summer she and Alastair didn’t have to share a room anymore. At least in the Herondale manor, there were plenty of rooms and Cordelia intended to get one as far away from her brother as possible. Alastair tended to be neat, and his half of the room was always perfectly in order, whereas Cordelia was a bit messier, and both were irritated with the other.

‘You can check if any of my bags have some space left. Or you can leave the bag opened and put it in the car like this and hope it doesn’t end with clothes littered everywhere.’

Cordelia went to the building’s parking garage and to the car and put the bag there, half open, making sure nothing fell out. No one but the two of them would be fitting in there with how much Alastair had packed. Cordelia couldn’t imagine he’d need all that, but she knew better than to attempt to convince her brother he could leave something behind.

Back inside, she saw Alastair sitting on his bed, vaguely staring into the distance as if he was daydreaming.

‘Alastair, stop doing that,’ Cordelia said.

Calling his name usually brought him out even when his senses were closed off from the world around him. Alastair had an ability that Cordelia best described as him being Harry Potter’s pensieve. He could revisit his own memories, and if they allowed it, other people’s memories as well, as well as bring people with him into memories. Alastair tended to stay out of other people’s memories, but could get lost in his own. Outside their family, no one knew about it and Alastair preferred to keep it that way.

The Carstairs family had always been aware of the supernatural, of course. Once their father Elias had carried the magic sword cortana and fought evil creatures with it. That had been a long time ago though, and Cordelia owned cortana now, but she had never used it to fight anything beyond straw men in the backyard. She didn’t have any abilities though, not beyond her connection the sword, nothing like Alastair’s odd memory. Neither of them understood why he was that way.

‘Were you revisiting your break up again?’ Cordelia asked then.

She knew he’d been revisiting that memory over and over lately, although she didn’t understand why. It couldn’t possibly make him feel better, could it? Of course, Alastair wasn’t exactly known for making the healthiest choices when it came to coping.

‘Charles has been texting me,’ Alastair said, his face blank. ‘I made sure that when I broke up with him, I was very clear about not wanting him to contact me. I wanted to see if there was anything I said that might have made my meaning unclear, any invitation for him to keep texting me.’

‘I don’t think Charles has ever listened to a thing you said,’ Cordelia said. ‘That’s his problem, not yours. Have you blocked his number yet?’

Alastair didn’t say anything.

‘You can block him,’ Cordelia insisted. ‘And you should. It’s creepy how he keeps texting you.’

As far as Cordelia was concerned, Charles had been creepy long before that, ever since he began a relationship with her brother despite Alastair only being sixteen at the time when Charles was six years older than him. Charles must have known how wrong and creepy that was, even if Alastair hadn’t.

Alastair hadn’t told anyone about his relationship, not ready to come out yet, which must have been convenient to Charles. Cordelia had only found out four months ago when she’d started to worry about Alastair, how he’d seemed more nervous and prickly than usual, how he’d lost weight from not eating. Reluctantly, Alastair had told her about his relationship, and Cordelia had been horrified to learn just how much abuse he’d accepted, believing that was how relationships worked. After a month of Cordelia trying to convince him of how toxic Charles was, Alastair had broken up with him. She’d been very protective of him ever since finding out, and was glad he’d decided to come stay with the Herondales with her this summer. Some time away from everything would be good for him, right?

Then Cordelia had found out Alastair had been keeping even more secrets from her, this one surrounding their father. Cordelia had always loved her father and looked up to him, a former warrior who’d slain the supernatural horror that had taken his brother and sister in law, a former hero who’d fallen ill in later life. A while ago their cousin Jem, who was a psychiatrist, had visited, despite their father trying to keep him away from their family, and he’d noticed Alastair was not doing well after an anger outburst. Cordelia and her mother had always assumed Alastair’s moodiness and anger outbursts were just him being a difficult teenager, although at eighteen he was getting a bit old for that. Jem, familiar with mental disorders, had recognized symptoms of something more.

He had recommended Alastair see a therapist. After some pressure from both her and Jem, Alastair had gone and he’d been diagnosed with post traumatic stress disorder. Cordelia had found out father was not sick, but addicted to alcohol instead. Alastair had spent years protecting her from the effects, attempting to take care of father while he was drunk so she have the illusion of a normal childhood. Now that she knew, she guessed she understood a bit better why Alastair had thought what Charles had offered was love.

‘I guess I can block him,’ Alastair said.

‘I’m serious,’ Cordelia insisted. ‘You have to stop revisiting bad memories, you’ll only get hurt again. I don’t like seeing you hurt.’

Alastair took his phone out his pocket, presumably blocked Charles’ number, and put it back.

‘Are you ready to go, Layla?’ he asked.

When Cordelia was young, she’d loved the story of Layla and Majnun her mother used to tell her, and Alastair and her mother had taken to calling her Layla.

‘Ready when you are,’ Cordelia said. ‘Lucie just emailed me the latest chapter of the beautiful Cordelia. I’ll have plenty to do on the way.’

#Alastair Carstairs #Thomas Lightwood #Cordelia Carstairs #Lucie Herondale #Lucelia #Thomastair #tlh #the last hours #fic #fanfiction #paranormal au

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