Thomas was awoken when Alastair rolled over and elbowed him. Sorry,” Alastair murmured in his sleep.
A noise of acknowledgment came from Thomas mouth, and shifted closer to Alastair, eyes still closed. “Do you feel better?” he mumbled.
“Mhm.” Alastair rested his head on Thomas’ shoulder, bringing his face into his neck, and Thomas wrapped his arm around him. “Sorry again about yesterday.”
“Nothing to be sorry about,” Thomas said, and then asked: “You want to talk about it?”
“It… it was nothing. Just a fucking asshole being a fucking bitch,” Alastair said angrily. Thomas opened his eyes and pulled from back Alastair, looking into his face. “What happened?”
Alastair: I don’t know. I wanna be with him all the time. I wanna hear about his day and tell him about mine. I wanna hold his hand and smell his hair… but I don’t wanna be his stupid boyfriend!
Cordelia: Alastair. What you just described is a relationship between a boyfriend and a boyfriend.
have this is very old piece that I still like despite its flaws there was a time I used to listen to la vie en rose non-stop and somehow ended up associating it with my favourite gays…anyway, here is the result <3
if thomas’s diary was found at cirenworth, there is only one explaination. he married alastair carstairs and they happily lived out their days in a bigass castle in the english countryside. maybe they even got some goats. good stuff, good stuff, very much here for it
now all this is making me think about… what if Thomas had a journal/diary where he wrote about other things.. about Alastair.. the details about his feelings towards Alastair
James “the hometown skeptics called it champagne problems” Herondale and Cordelia “it was real enough, to get me through” Carstairs and Anna “long story short, I survived” Lightwood and Ariadne “My pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand, taking mine, but its been promised to another” Bridgestock and Alastair “I made you my temple my mural my sky, now I’m begging for footnotes in the story of your life” Carstairs and Thomas “guilty guilty reaching out across the sea. That you put between you and me” Lightwood and Matthew “the skeletons in both our closets plotted hard to fuck this up” Fairchild and Lucie “did you hear about the girl who lives in delusion?” Herondale and Jesse “what died didn’t stay dead” Blackthorn and Christopher “i don’t like that falling feels like flying till the bone crush” Lightwood and Grace “hes got my past frozen behind glass, but I’ve got me” Blackthorn and-
