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i'm not up to scratch; you started before me so get them in. every drink you drink i'll match to dance our way home, under a dirty early sky. do what couples do, argue and screw, or screw and argue, but i think it'd be different with you. let's not do another one tonight; have a slow one cook for me, see no one. all i want is you, and a cold beer; come over here, let me whisper spanish in your ear. come over here, let me whisper spanish in your ear.
Scotland happens out of nowhere, really. It comes up in an innocent enough conversation and then suddenly he's booking a weekend away, making a lame excuse to Stephen as to how they're unable to hang out because family stuff just so happens to have come up, feeling a bit bad about lying but better that he's not mentioning Thora because Steve might take it the wrong way, and packing a small suitcase with a sense of trepidation mixed with exhilaration. It's true, Scotland is very much the shithole of the world--in his opinion, at least--and he can't fathom why anyone would want to visit (though he supposes it's the same for anyone when it comes to people wanting to visit their home country and slash or home city), but this is Thora and she's never been to Scotland before and--well, it'll be fun. He hopes. Or, rather, knows it'll be because anything he does with Thora is bound to be fun. That's how it works between them. They meet up, they have fun, they share beds, they share clothes--at least Thora shares his; he has yet to try on anything of hers--and they're uncomplicated. It's nice. He likes it. She's easy to get along with, funny, and great company. Altogether, they're a good match.
Regardless, Scotland is unplanned but it happens anyway. Thane prefers not to think about how he said he'd take Steve to Scotland first, because Steve is--he's a bit of a mess, as it happens, as far as Thane's concerned. He means that in a nice way, of course; Steve's an excellent guy, one of his best friends, but bordering on alcoholism, which is somewhat problematic. Speaking of which, he still hasn't told Thora and isn't sure if he should, isn't sure if it's his place or whether or not it'll cause problems between Thora and Steve, and so generally decides to keep his mouth shut. It might ruin the weekend and, strictly speaking, Thane isn't one for ruining occasions unless they called to be ruined in the first place.
It's strange, a part of him reflects, that the sole reason they're in his home city is because Thora wants to see where he was married. It's stranger still, he muses, that he was married in a castle, but that had more to do with Sophie's parents than it ever did with his personal choices and what he wanted for his own wedding. Nevertheless, he books a room at the Hilton--doesn't think about booking two; in fact, it never crosses his mind; they've been sleeping in each other's beds for so long that it doesn't even occur to him that Scotland might be different, that their sleeping arrangements might change in a different country--and, once they're there, unpacks. Boturich Castle is about a half an hour drive outside of Glasgow city centre, and whilst it's the afternoon, he's not sure if she wants to go for a drive, stay in the room, or maybe wander through the city and have something to eat.
Running a hand through his hair, Thane closes his suitcase, shoves his hands into the pockets of his jeans and glances at Thora with a grin on his face, eyes alight at her mere presence. “What with us pretending to be engaged, should I propose to you in the name of pretend as well?” he asks, gaze meeting hers and holding it for a few seconds before he pulls his right hand out of his pocket, unclenches his fist, and reveals the engagement ring in the centre of his palm. Terribly unromantic, but he didn't think about getting a box. It doesn't matter if it's not real, does it? “I also think it doesn't hurt to establish a history--or a bit of background, in case anyone asks any questions.” He's seen it on Spaced with Simon Pegg and Jessica Hynes pretending to be in a relationship and consequently being asked every question under the sun about how they got together and so on and so forth. And, if memory serves, he and Sophie were quizzed on their own relationship as well.
“How long have we been together?” Let's start with a practical question. Yes, that sounds good. Fidgeting and moving closer to Thora out of habit, he has a better idea in mid-step, and turns to the bed, sprawling on top of it and gesturing for her to lie down next to him. “The viewing isn't until tomorrow afternoon, so we can do whatever we want tonight and tomorrow morning. Thoughts? Suggestions? Preferences?” There's a moment where he worries that she'll ask to meet his parents--after all, she's seeing where he got married, so what's to say she won't ask to see where he grew up? “Glasgow is very much our oyster this weekend, Ms Abernathy.”
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you're the reason i come home. you're the reason i come home, my love. you're the reason that when everything i know falls apart, well you're the reason i come. paper doll silhouettes, fingertips on window glass; the street's asleep, so i breathe you in deep. the tragedies of chemistry, people dream of you and me have found effortlessly.
She really didn't think about it when she asked him about Scotland. The words just spilled out of her mouth and the next thing she knew, they were booking a flight to Scotland. Thora made some lame excuse to Stephen about wanting to go away for a few days and asked him to watch Alice. He had quickly agreed and she had gone home to pack. What does one even pack for Scotland? She had never been and didn't feel like asking Thane. Packing a few dresses and pairs of jeans, she was finally ready to leave. They had planned to be there the entire weekend and Thora was tingling with excitement. They spent time together now but she had never been away with him. They were two peas in a pod. Anyone could see that except for them. Thora knew almost everything about him and he knew almost everything about her. If one were to glance at the pair, they would assume the two of them were a couple. But that wasn't the case. Yes, they had kissed. Yes, they shared the same bed. He had closet space at her house and she had closet space as his. But they were far from being a couple. The thought hadn't even been brought up in Thora's mind to be honest. She had really only been with Stephen and for the most part, she was okay with that. Thane was nice. He was more than nice. He was wonderful, funny, smart, handsome, and so many more adjectives that Thora could list off. But they had always been friends and she laughed at the thought of them being any more than that. The tabloids had written a few stories about them and she knew that this weekend would be a field day for them.
Thora had thought it was fascinating that Thane got married in a castle. It was so prince like that she would tease him endlessly about it. Almost every little girl had that dream about growing up and marrying her Prince Charming. Not to mention living in a castle would be pretty interesting. For her own wedding, Thora thought a big and grand church sounded just right. It would have high vaulted ceilings, stained glass in every window and not to mention, bells. She always dreamed about huge church bells ringing to send her and Stephen off. But of course, that never happened and she didn't mind. The two of them were better off as friends anyways. But she did want that big wedding. The church, the bells, the honeymoon, everything. For now, she'd settle on being fascinated by Thane's wedding and insist on hearing every detail.
She had unpacked and for now, was content with just staying in the hotel room. At the same time, she did want to see the town. Thane starts talking and she looks him, eagerly clapping her hands at the sound of a proposal. He sticks his hand out and reveals a ring and Thora grabs it, slipping it onto her finger. "Well, I must say, it's quite beautiful. Thank you fake fiancee." Thora says, gazing at it admiringly. It had almost been eight years since Thora and Stephen broke off their engagement and it was nice to have a ring on her finger again. Even if it was for a fake occasion. "Fake histories! I love it. You could be a daring race car driver or something. We can be anything we want. Ooooh, this is exciting!" Thora says, her face lighting up at all the possibilities in front of her. When she was younger, she would always make up stories about how her and her future husband met. The careers ranging from astronaut to doctor.
"You and I have been together for six years. Maybe seven? Or how about we've known each other for over ten years but just realized our feelings for each other two years ago and have been engaged for a year?" She said, scrunching her face in thought. Thora made her way over to the bed and curled up next to him. He smelled like coffee and gross plane food. "Can we walk around town? That always seems strangely exciting to me. You could show me interesting places and whatnot. You know, touristy stuff!" Thora had always wanted to do tourist stuff whenever she visited new cities. Buy those silly t-shirts and bring a disposable camera and just take ridiculous pictures. The usual stuff. "I am so excited for all of this. Oh my gosh." She said, nuzzling her face into his neck. No wonder people thought they were a couple.
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i'm not up to scratch; you started before me so get them in. every drink you drink i'll match to dance our way home, under a dirty early sky. do what couples do, argue and screw, or screw and argue, but i think it'd be different with you. let's not do another one tonight; have a slow one cook for me, see no one. all i want is you, and a cold beer; come over here, let me whisper spanish in your ear. come over here, let me whisper spanish in your ear.
“I like both options,” Thane responds absently, staring up at the ceiling whilst trying to work out why Thora appears to have packed dresses. He doesn't comment on it, instead finding himself hoping and praying that the weather isn't as appalling as it usually is, and inhales, stifling a yawn. A part of him has forgotten the horror of jet lag, but now he can feel it creeping up on him like an uninvited guest at a house party. “I do think, though, that I'm slightly too old to be a race car driver.” Which is unfortunate, because he recalls having vague dreams of racing in the Grand Prix as a child. Maybe he can pass as a retired driver. He closes his eyes for a moment as the bed sinks slightly and it becomes apparent that Thora is laying next to him; she's wearing perfume but he can smell the lingering scent of the plane around her, reasons that he must smell similar, and briefly thinks about taking a shower. Stifling a yawn and shifting slightly, he opens his eyes and grins wryly, considering the multitude of identities open to them. “I think I like the second one more. It's a bit like star crossed lovers who never realised they were star crossed until a few years down the line.”
Somewhere in his head, a section of his brain lights up, says that would be an interesting film! but he stores that thought away for another day, a rainy day, a day when he's not in an entirely different city with a beloved friend, and returns his attention to Thora. “A walk through the city followed by dinner, perhaps?” he enquires, already formulating a list of places to visit, sights to see, decent restaurants with good food--he grins, face lighting up with the tug of his mouth, and almost goes to sit up but thinks better of it. “I can take you to see the cathedral, and we can walk through Glasgow Green at some point as well if you fancy that.” There's Princes Square and St Enoch, too, and maybe St Mungo's Museum--it's only when he's been gone from Glasgow for a long time that he realises the city actually has the capacity to be somewhat interesting. Or maybe he's just older, wiser, and more inclined to visit tourism sites instead of skulking off and muttering about how much he abhors Scotland. He thinks it's probably a mix of both, and finds that he's somewhat glad he's seemingly matured from his antagonistic state as a teenager.
Thane chuckles gently at Thora's excitement, craning his neck without paying much attention to what he's doing when Thora nuzzles his skin. Their affection and the way in which they're so intimate with each other is second nature to him, and whilst to anyone else it may be bizarre that two individuals who aren't together in the conventional sense of a relationship share a bed and kiss and relax in each other's company, to him it seems nothing if not normal. His hand moves to find hers, fingers lacing with hers with ease, squeezing faintly as he leans into her touch, cheek resting against the top of her head. He breathes in, smelling shampoo and perfume and stale aeroplane air, and for reasons he can't explain, this makes him smile. Though, to be truthful, Thora's presence is enough to make him smile. “Yer gonnae be an adorable tourist, lassie,” he teases, deliberately exaggerating his accent, almost laughing at himself. It's odd, though, because he can already feel himself backing into Glaswegian slang, already feel his mind relocating the slang from his youth and balancing it on the tip of his tongue should he need to use it again.
After a moment, he stirs and kisses the top of her head, smiles against her hair, and breathes out slowly. “If Steve asks where we've been, don't say Scotland,” he murmurs against her hair, eyes closed again, “I said we could go to Scotland with Gid and the others about a week ago, and I think he'll be a wee bit annoyed that I took you here before him.”
(ALL THE FEELS, OMG. THESE TWO ARE GOING TO KILL ME.)
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you're the reason i come home. you're the reason i come home, my love. you're the reason that when everything i know falls apart, well you're the reason i come. paper doll silhouettes, fingertips on window glass; the street's asleep, so i breathe you in deep. the tragedies of chemistry, people dream of you and me have found effortlessly.
"Good! I have like a thousand ideas for possible careers." She said, closing her eyes. When they had first gotten to the hotel, Thora was surprised at how big the room was. Not to mention the fact that they would be sharing a bed but that was normal for them. No one but them understood their relationship. It wasn't like it was complicated or confusing. However, to someone on the outside, a lot of it could be misconstrued. Her parents wouldn't understand, Stephen probably wouldn't understand either. That's why she kept most of this from him. "Well, that's very true, you old fart. But what about that Mario guy? Whatever his last name is." She opened her eyes and brought a hand up to his hair, running her fingers through it a few times. He reminded her of Stephen a little bit. Maybe that's why she liked him so much. Whatever the reason, Thane made her happy. They could be trapped in an avalanche and he would still manage to make her laugh. Thane was a great stress reliever and knew that this trip would be an exciting one. "Star crossed lovers. Like Romeo and Juliet but you know, minus the double suicide and fighting families."
She wished they had more time in Scotland. Thora wanted to do everything and anything. See the sights, try the food, meet the people, maybe get fake married. "Yes please! I am starving. I'm afraid that airplane food didn't quite do the job. Plus, I think a walk would be fabulous." Thora continues to play with his hair, smiling the entire time. "Let's do all of that. It sounds wonderful and exciting, I'm not gonna lie." She said, wanting everything. This weekend was the weekend for Thane to show her his town. Hell, they could even visit a McDonald's and she would think it would be the greatest thing in the world. Thora was easily pleased with the simple things in life. Maybe that said something about her as a person but she couldn't help but be fascinated by little things. Whether it was a small church on a big hill that had been abandoned over a hundred years ago or maybe a Japanese McDonald's. She didn't like things to be overly complicated or confusing. Kind of like her relationship with Thane.
From the outside, people assume they're a couple. The way they hold hands, the way they kiss each other, when she's out and about and wearing his shirts, the way she talks about him in interviews. It's easy to assume that they are together and very much in love. But that's not it. They aren't together. They aren't in love. They are just two people who adore each other to bits and pieces. They are affectionate and happy and just content with being like this. No matter how many times the tabloids run stories about them, they just laugh it off and continue being the way they are. He takes her hand and their fingers wrap together and it's nice. Their hands fit together like a two puzzle pieces. It just feels right. They don't have to be together for Thora to know that he cares about her. "Oh my gosh. You're so cute. Can you please talk like that for the entire trip?" She asked, kissing his neck a few times. It was cute, that Scottish accent. Thora would tease him endlessly once they got back from this trip. "Oh! What if for our cover, you did the whole Scottish thing and I was this German or French woman? That sounds like it would be exciting." She asked, her voice thick with excitement.
She lets out a content sigh when he kisses the top of her head. Thora starts to laugh when he tells her to lie to Steve. "You do know I'm a terrible liar, right? I couldn't lie to that man even if I tried." She said, kissing his jawline and cheek. Even if this trip was meant for a castle showing, Thora would be happy just laying here with Thane and just talking nonsense to him.
(OH MY GOD. I CAN'T HANDLE THESE TWO IDIOTS. JESUS CHRIST.)
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