If you want an angstier prompt: Thomas and Miranda getting engaged/married. Thomas knows that he’s gay. It’s up to you to decide whether Miranda knows it or not.

complaininginthedark:

They are to be wed tomorrow, he and Miranda. They will be joined in the eyes of God and the law and Thomas’ heart is pounding. His breath is catching in his throat and there is terror, real terror creeping through his veins. 

She knows what he is, who he favours, of course she does, how could he keep that from her? He trusts her with his life, his reputation, his soul and yet… there is a small part of him, the coward and the child the part that has been sneered at and cajoled, which tells him thusly:

She will announce it. You will stand there, hand in hand, and she will turn to the crowd and say “Look, gaze upon this sodomite, a man who’s proclivities are base and foul. See him for what he is, a monster, and cast him into hell where he belongs!” 

He would die if she did. 

He hears that voice and knows, knows, it is his own but cannot help the tears that prick at his eyes. 

Thomas loves her as much as he loves any woman. He loves her with his whole heart and soul and yet-

Will he ever be enough? Will he ever be able to make her happy, the way she has made him happy?

Questions fly through his mind as he lays in bed. The candles are still lit, their faint illuminations casting shadows on the walls and Thomas thinks he sees demons there. 

He trusts her, he trusts her, he trusts her. 

The mantra is calming. He repeats the words, begins to say them aloud, and is startled into silence by a soft rapping at his door. 

“Thomas?” A voice asks. 

Miranda. 

It isn’t usual, her staying at the estate, but the wedding is out of town and he had insisted she stay nearby. 

Miranda is beautiful in the dark, as she is in the light, and he beckons her in. If she sees the wetness on his cheeks she says nothing. She simply slips under the covers and lays against his side, shivering. 

“You won’t leave me at the altar, will you?” She asks in a broken voice. 

The question is- it is unexpected, to say the least. He makes a sound in his throat and holds her tight. “Never, love, never in life.”

She relaxes against him and kisses his shoulder. “I had thought not, but…”

“But we both have demons we cannot purge,” he finished for her. She nodded. “You have such power over me, Miranda, moreso than any other living being. I give it to you unreservedly and I would not leave you alone to carry the weight of that power.”

“Thomas,” she buries her face in his neck, the next words muffled. “I’m sorry it has to be like this! I’m sorry you can’t be open about yourself and I’m sorry that-”

He hushes her, holds her tighter, kisses the soft near-black tresses of her hair. “I know. It’s alright.”

“I love you,” Miranda whispers. “I love you, Thomas.”

“And I love you,” he responds, “more than life.”