#let-desolationcome

Thomas had just finished in the shower and pulled on a pair of sweats when a loud banging coming from the door to his loft had him raising his head in puzzlement. Today was not bother Thomas day, compliments of his father’s guards coming over almost every weekend to ‘spend time’, or in other words, lay about all day on his couch and play video games, with their favourite ward.

He was sure that it couldn’t be anyone else, because, no one really knew where Thomas lived other than his father and his men. He descended the stairs, one at a time, till reaching the large sliding door that gave entry to his ‘humble abode’, as Lenny liked to call it, jokingly.

If you require someone to listen to a little venting, I will gladly provide the company you need. And hey, if you’d like a nice little thing with a baby Smaug…then that can be easily arranged, darling.

*surrounds with cute and cuddly puppies and kittens*

*drapes over the couch* Really? Must have been quite an interesting nothing to bring that shade to your cheeks and elicit such a delightful sound~

How does one…what? *smirks playfully*

I believe you! The legends I have heard tantalize my mind and tease my senses. But alas, it is beyond my reach!