In death, he rests. It is nice to settle into the grave for a long sleep, one he hopes will not be interrupted. She cannot bother him in his coffin, attached to his body, but he knows that he will, eventually, bore and wish to wander the graveyard again. While he loves his family dearly, watching them is an intense job and he needs just a little break. He will listen, of course, for the war, and he will watch Eliot as soon as he gets a little sleep.
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The English Descendants
FanfictionSir Thomas Sharpe is dead. There is far too much to think about, though, to rest peacefully. And he certainly cannot rest knowing he has a family beyond the confines of Allerdale Hall. But what do they know of him?
