#rilas

Flowers and candles, elegant decorations and loud laughs could be hear over the music full filling every corner of the room. Thomas wasn’t a stranger to events like this where he had to wear a tux and a bow tie and smile at strangers, shake their hands and act friendly and charm his way to get people to sign a check or support something; he had done it before when his parents were alive, he did it as he grew older and his family’s actions were left to him and his baby sister.

It was all fake and he was well aware of it but at least this was for a good cause.

Rosewood General Hospital was hosting a Gala for Seattle’s wealthiest people to help raise money for them to continue with their free week program which consisted in giving free treatment and surgery to people who didn’t have the means to get the medical help they so desperately needing; while most doctors and surgeons didn’t have a problem donating their skills and time, they still needed funds for all the resources and equipment but even when Thomas gladly signed a check for it, the chief of the hospital insisted that he still needed to show up to the Gala; tell stories, talk about some of the cases, convince their guest that giving their money away for this particular cause was something good.

Thomas Wolf let his lips curl up on a soft small smile as he nodded listening to a man and his wife talk about a their own experiences with surgery, the wife was not afraid to mention the plastic surgery procedures she had done in an attempt to preserve her youth; she didn’t have to say anything, the surgeon had notice at least five procedures she had gotten done, he could also see details that gave them away along with what he considered errors but he wasn’t about to mention them unless she did, hurting the woman’s ego wasn’t going to help them decide to donate money to Rosewood.

“Perhaps next time I can make an appointment with you instead.” She finally mentioned and Thomas nodded.

“Of course, I’ll be happy to give you my opinion on whatever ideas you have.” He said throwing out a charming smile. “You can call in and make an appointment easily, I think... unless my secretary says other wise, I should have something available on Monday evening. I have a busy morning that day; I’m helping with the facial reconstruction of a ten year old who suffered an accident. I believe he entered this free program last year.” He said softly before he grew quiet as the couple started talking about the importance of their donation before asking where they could leave a check. After the man gave them a direction, he finally took a break and walked towards the bar area, taking a small breath as he asked for a glass of champagne.

“This is going to be a long night” He mumbled to himself as he sighed softly.

[I felt a little stomach-achy and couldn’t concentrate like I wanted during the end of tonight’s d&d meet, but Bre gave me the idea to write out this fic to make sense of it a little more]

When they entered the court, and her eyes skidded over everything—shimmering wings, opal columns, golden flowers—to find Silas, Riley wanted to scream. She thought she did, but no one reacted; maybe she’d lost more control of herself in this slippery, shifting world than she realized. Either way, as the party walked toward the dais, her thoughts repeated endlessly: He’s okay.

Except, he wasn’t. The imagined reunion that had been, on some desperate level, Riley’s short-term reason to live wasn’t happening. Because even once Silas woke from that odd slumber, the wrongness in his movements chilled Riley. His placid yawn and everything after—it was like something slipped into Silas and kept pulling his bones and muscles how they wanted. This wasn’t him. How could this have happened. How could she let this—

"You immediately begin to rock your hips, spreading your knees as far as they will go under the chair so that you can get lower, closer to the top of his boot, the smooth leather and the soft, flat laces that drag slightly against your delicate skin as you rut against him."

for @neverhornyoneighth's fic "To Be Forgiven"