#crxthomas

@crxthomas​

if alec was glad for anything then it would be having thomas by his side. the two boys had been inseparable ever since they were in diapers, their parents needn’t worry about having to push them together to be friends when they’d already naturally done it --- their parents relieved that they’d have at least one magical friend while growing up.

the same could probably be applied to them in this current time.

they spent so much time together it probably looked like they were seeing one another (not true). it was more like that they got along, they understood one another without even having to say a word. something that was fairly impressive given that the two of them were polar opposites when it came to their time at hogwarts. while alec had dared to go on adventures and cause chaos with his new set of friends, thomas was more than happy with his books and his potions. it was nice that they had their own things while at the end of the day they came together in hopes of sharing their stories and new mishaps.

alec rolled onto his back, leg flopping out and sprawling out over thomas’s back. eyes fluttering closed every so often trying to fight the twinges of sleep that threaten to hold him in its clutches. “do you think its going to remain colder for much longer?” it was a simple question something to break the silence that had fallen on them for the past ten minutes. 

the thing alec hated most about the ball having a masquerade theme was that he couldn’t tell who anybody was due to the masks covering their faces. he had his ideas as to who people could be, but it was never certain and he was almost certain he’d gotten it wrong anyway. instead he liked to wait it out, see if people revealed themselves so that he didn’t have to worry about getting it wrong and calling them by the wrong name (he’d already made that mistake a few times).

whats was more frustrating for the gryffindor boy was that he couldn’t find thomas. he knew he shouldn’t have gotten ready so early but he couldn’t help himself. he had been far too excited and whooshed out the door before thomas had even come back to see what his mask was and what he was wearing.for all he knew tommy could be anyone in the crowd and it was making alec feel bad. 

( nostalgia☆ : Of the sun, stars, and the moon, which is your muse’s favorite?) 

̗̀ ☆ — a spell gone wrong / carried on from here

thomas is in shock, it’s like…what’s going on right now? he’s shaking when he hears his own voice coming out of a person’s mouth, his mouth and it’s so confusing he doesn’t know what to do, only to reply “who the hell are you?!”.

whoa, he stops, sat on his bed…is that alec’s voice?

this was all far to weird even for alec, and alec had seen his fair share of weird stuff throughout the years. instead he’s left blinking at the other male before he plops on the bed next to him just as perplexed. what the hell was going on? “is this someone’s idea of a joke? it certainly wasnt me.. btw” turns to thomas, who was now in his body and frowns. “its starting to get a little creepy... cool.. but still creepy.”

💙 : how would my muse handle seeing their object of affection falling in love with someone else?

you’d expect alec to get angry or super jealous but the truth is he’s not like that, not if it came to the person he liked, he would want them to be happy and would route for them to be with the person they liked, even if it kills him inside. it would get to the point he would back off, he wouldn’t compete for the affection if someone else is in the picture and they like them a lot, which is something so completely different to himself.