#lostambitixn

@lostambitixn​ gets a smol thing from the Baeby <3 

Tom kissed his husband with a low reverberation, and then snagged up his glass of bourbon, and headed out of their bedroom to start downstairs. The black candles in the wall scones of the old castle already were lit and flickering haunted shadows along the ornate stone staircase and front hallway. One girl he had compelled was softy playing the piano in the living room where most of the seating was around the fireplace which was lit as well.

Spooky cobwebs were hugs adding a nice finished touch to the old mansion’s Halloween Aesthetic.

This was going to be a delicious night for his family and he totally meant that literally. The guests to their lovely party would be arriving any minute.

Now where was his son?

“Yeah, I’m all ready for this party, Dad.” He appeared in the hallway, completely oblivious to what his dads had truly intended in all of this. It’d be his first Halloween and well, it he was kind of excited. “Harry and Farley should be arriving any minute.”

Well, Tom expected as much, although, he couldn’t help the mild roll of his eyes. All right, whatever~. It wasn’t as if the vermin would actually be able to stop what was happening even if they wanted. In fact, he might find their expressions interesting. “You need a costume, Devi~.”

“Oh, I’ve got one. I’ve got a mask and well, I figured I’d just do what you’re doing and make my horns appear or something. Where’s dad?”

“Upstairs still getting ready. He’ll be down in a minute. You seen super jumpy, Devrim. Have you eaten?”

“What the holy hell is this bullshit?!” Tom exclaimed with honest surprise, but also with a short disbelieving laugh. “You’re alive?” He sat up, holding his smoke. “How is that even possible? I literally ate you. I have digested your body. You do not even have a body to come back to!”

“ .....” It was one of those moments, where he wanted to respond, but that was the last thing he wanted to do at the same time. What the hell was Farley doing there anyway? Shouldn’t he be in Storybrooke or something?

But of course, he would have heard something or at least felt it just like all the rest of them did.

It was well into the going on’s of the school art show, and Wil was busy at his corner section standing by his painting he had created in class for the judges, and other people there walking around to see, and answer questions. The large atrium they reserved for the event was packed, and noisy, and honestly he was tired, and really ready to just get out of there, and head back home. People weren’t his ‘thing’. This was exhausting, and claustrophobic to his Faery instincts.

An hour to go. Fuck, he noted as he looked at the clock.

He felt the person in front of him before he even looked up to see them, inwardly groaning that he had to be on the spot, again, and tell them about his painting of the hand/tree .... when he glanced up to find the person in front of him was that punkass guy Farley from .... what was it?... a year or so ago? He couldn’t even remember. The guy had stolen his sketchbook or something, and lost his shoe or something climbing over a fence. 

Baelfire smiled to the point his eyes smiled under Farley’s hands. His guard relaxed the INSTANT his ears registered the familiar voice. “ Let me guess – Farley? ”