#plotdrop: evermoreMIA

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thomas o'malley for @nctquiteshakespeare // duchess' place

Thomas should have known better that this wasn't a good idea, that running fast as his legs could take him to Duchess' place where her children lived was beyond awful. What if one of them opened the door? What if none of them opened the door? What if they were gone--again, separated, taken from him in the night with not a single thing he could do about it. So when Eeyore didn't show for her shift, and the diner TV played a live feed of Mayor Reed making an announcement Thomas didn't even ditch his apron before sprinting half way across town.

Breathless and red faced Thomas' fists rapped impatiently on the door, he waited a few seconds and began again, this time increasing in panicked speed as he felt the worst was going to come true. "DUCHESS!" he yelled, voice raspy as he held back the tears forming, had he lost her again? This couldn't be happening. "Duchess, baby! Its Tommy open up please." he cried, his voice breaking as shaking hands and red knuckles couldn't take the pressure. In a final, desperate moment, with little hope he had left Thomas uttered a prayer out loud, hoping his girl was still in Evermore. "Please please if you're up there-- let her be in that fucking house."