Silhouette ⌲ Tom Hiddleston ✓

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THOMAS TOOK A swig of his beer, gulping most of it in one go.

"Man Thomas, you're definately thirsty mate." Christopher comments as he also took a sip of his beer.

"Yeah, after today, I'm going to need it." He admitted and Christopher thought damn well right.

"Yep, you..." His friend paused for a moment then grabbed his shoulder, his beer still in the other. "... you did well today and I thank you Thomas." Thomas smiled and tapped his friend's arm.

"We must stick together Christopher. I know I have to leave, but still, stay in contact. Let me know when you've killed the bastard." Christopher chuckled and smiled smugly.

"Of course! I might give you an invitation to his beheading." Thomas frowned.

"We are not from the palace Christopher, since when did you speak this way?" He imitated a posh accent and Christopher smiled.

"I love banter with you Tom, you've been a friend to me for many years." A hint of sadness had bubbled within them both.

"I wish we didn't have to do this, but I guess...." Christopher sighed.

"We all have to move on."

"As soon as you and your wife are free of this man, you can live the rest of your life in peace." They smiled.

"I cannot wait. I have been wanting this for-"

"-I know Chris, I know." His friend squeezed his hand into a fist and Thomas gripped it. "It will be an amazing feeling." Christopher admired those precious moments with his wife.

But also his parents. This 'leader' they had spoke of, had murdered people they cared about and joining a place which would suffice to this, helped Christopher to work his way up to this moment.

The moment he had the courage to pull that trigger.

That all important bullet that would incapacitate him forever and out his mind at ease.

"So Thomas, what about you?" He frowned.

"Myself?"

"Moving on, and..." Christopher swallowed. "... women."

"Seriously, you have to bring girls into this?"

"We are at the pub and I see you've been eyeballing that woman over there." Thomas sighed and licked his lips. "Go and talk to her."

"Come on... really?" He took a large gulp of the beer and made his way over to the woman, slamming his hand onto the table.

He knew this was a bad idea, but he did it anyway. "A shot of vodka please."

"One for me too." The woman bit her lip.

"Two shots, one for me and one for this fine woman try." Tom asked the bartender, who began pouring shots.

"I'm Claire." She ruffled her hair.

"Thomas."

"And where are you off to Thomas after tonight?"

"Home. Or... whoever you would like to go, Claire." Thomas lifted his eyebrows. Clair giggled and oh she giggled that way Thomas liked.

And then one thing lead to another.

The next thing you know, breaths were less frequent and Thomas climbed onto Claire.

This was the first time that Thomas had thought of real life.

Women, paying bills, living a proper life.

Was he ready for it all?

Was he ready for the constant chats to normal people, rather than enemies?

He'd have to live with it.

After things had faded, Thomas lay breathing subtly in his bed, next to Claire.

"Hello!" He heard someone scream and he pressed his feet against the floorboards.

For a moment, he thought it had come from the door, but he was wrong. It came from the window.

Using his strength, he strained to open it. "Hi, yeah, are you finished?" Tom lifted an eyebrow.

"Finished?"

"Please, don't play innocent, I, I've been hearing some interesting noises for the past hour and can barely sleep. So-" She breathed in. "-are you finished?" Tom nodded and seemed a little embarrassed.

"Yes. We had finished." He smirked.

"Cool, thanks." The woman attempted to pull down the window, but groaned and failed.

"Do you... want some help with that?" Thomas asked, and chuckled.

"Nope, I'm good." She pulled it down further and closed her curtains, jumping onto her bed.

And her name was Elena Collins. A woman, now, sincerely happy to be getting some sleep.