Thomas Tallis x William Compton
Fandom: The Tudors
Pairing: Thomas Tallis x William Compton
Theme set: Delta
Rating: PG, maybe PG-13 to be safe. *WARNING* slash
Notes: Most of this is scattered all over the place in the series, so dont think about it too hard. if it doesnt make sense, please let me know.
this fic was also posted in the_tudors a few weeks ago, but changes have been made since then.
# 1 Air: It was like the air got thick and heavy, a weight across his chest, every time the lord Compton walked into the room.
# 2 Apples: It was a sweet, tart taste that rose on his lips when they kissed; for some reason, it made him crave apples.
# 3 Beginning: It was so simple- a raised eyebrow, a softly bitten lip- the simplest beginning there ever was, he thought later.
# 4 Bugs: “Get ‘em off, get ‘em OFF!!” and Compton laughed at the sight of his lover thwacking at the invisible bugs on his back.
# 5 Coffee: He took a tentative sip; it was bitter and too hot, but Compton assured him it got better.
# 6 Dark: It was dark, so dark in the countryside and Thomas felt his old childhood fear rise up again; but Compton’s arms wrapped around his chest promised, promised him that everything was going to be all right.
# 7 Despair: He cried out; not Thomas, not Thomas too.
# 8 Doors: Over their heads, a door slammed and they stopped breathing for a moment, Compton’s hands tangled in his hair, their lips pressed together so tight.
# 9 Drink: “Drink,” Compton commanded, placing a cup full of whiskey in front of him; he knew that Thomas wasn’t much of a drinker, but it was the only thing to help with the pain.
# 10 Duty: “It’s my duty,” he had repeated, time and time again and sometimes, sometimes Compton wished he just didn’t write such beautiful music.
# 11 Earth: “Do you love me?” he whispered in his ear one evening, and Compton pulled away and realized that of all the people on earth, he had chosen the wrong one to marry.
# 12 End: And it couldn’t be like this, it just couldn’t end like this, not with a slammed door and broken apologies.
#13 Fall: It had taken two falls, one badly bruised shin and a full day of begging before he finally forgave him.
# 14 Fire: He dove and he didn’t care if the fires of hell rose up to meet him, as long as he got to Thomas first.
# 15 Flexible: “As it were, there are more important things at court then love,” Compton remarked dryly as Thomas twisted his hands into position.
# 16 Flying: “Come with me,” and he grabbed his hand; up, up and away.
# 17 Food: They ate so much their stomachs hurt and they lay on the floor groaning.
# 18 Foot: Thomas was completely wrapped up in the blanket except for one foot poking out of the sheet and Compton thought it was the most precious thing he’d ever seen.
# 19 Grave: He deserved better, so much better than a single cross and his name for a grave.
# 20 Green: “What’s your favorite color?” and he told him and the next day there was a fresh green tunic waiting for him on the bed.
# 21 Head: The hair that covered his head was soft but so thick; Compton loved to run his fingers through it and cradle the smooth curve of his head in his hand.
# 22 Hollow: “It’s like I was hollow, I was a hollow empty shell and then you came and filled me up.”
# 23 Honor: The king made such a big deal out of honor and glory, but Compton thought he had had enough of all that- maybe a small place in the country, where the only thing anyone ever cared about was how much liquor they had in them.
# 24 Hope: It wasn’t a lot, but it was something; it was enough to hope that when he came back they’d finally be able to build the life they’d dreamed of.
# 25 Light: The flames danced in the grate and he curled up next to him and it was the one moment in Thomas’ life that he could remember being totally happy, wrapped up next to Compton in the light of the fire.
# 26 Lost: For the first few days he was lost, the air was thick again but every time he turned around there was nothing, nothing but an empty corridor and no Compton.
# 27 Metal: The knife slipped, one minute it was in his hand and the next it was falling, the cool metal slicing his skin and staining the tablecloth.
# 28 New: “I think you should leave,” and he can’t look at her, he can’t, he can’t; it’s all too new to him to hear her crying like that.
# 29 Old: When he walks into the room, Thomas looks up and smiles and it’s an old feeling, but a good one as he settles next to him and pulls Thomas into his lap.
# 30 Peace: And one night he thought he felt Compton’s kiss on his cheek and his whisper in his ear, “Be at peace now, Tom.”
# 31 Poison: As the poison of the disease set in, as he tossed and turned in bed, he saw Thomas and cried out; he would do anything just to spare him the pain.
# 32 Pretty: “A pretty trinket,” he said with a wave of his hand when Thomas pointed out Anne Boleyn to him, “Nothing serious.”
# 33 Rain: It rained for days and days and still it couldn’t wash the stench of she who was not Thomas away.
# 34 Regret: And Thomas let the dead flowers fall from his fingertips and sighed; if only he had said something sooner, if only he hadn’t left, if only, if only.
# 35 Roses: He had always hated the smell of roses, but the colors were beautiful and as he walked through the garden he ran his fingers over them, letting the soft petals fall.
# 36 Secret: “Hush now, darling,” and they couldn’t tell anyone because it would always have to be a secret.
# 37 Snakes: They were snakes, they all were; slithering around in their little snake suits, whispering their little snake lies.
# 38 Snow: He had never seen snow so clean and white before and he wanted to run out and make snow angels the minute he woke up.
# 39 Solid: Compton was just that, a solid presence behind him, holding him and making sure he didn’t float away
# 40 Spring: It was the lull between winter and summer and didn’t really mean much to him, not until Compton pulled him down into the fresh green grass.
# 41 Stable: “Don’t you have stable hands for this type of thing?”
# 42 Strange: A stranger in a strange land, they called the queen, but what Thomas couldn’t understand was why they called her that when sometimes he felt the exact same thing.
# 43 Summer: “You outcast,” he whispered into his ear, laughing and wrestling Thomas to the ground.
# 44 Taboo: And that was the one thing he never wanted, never wanted to let go of all those winter afternoons.
# 45 Ugly: ‘I’m ugly, I’m hideous,’ and he thought that up until the first time Compton looked at him and smiled.
# 46 War: If this was the battle he could only imagine what the war would be like.
# 47 Water: “Breathe,” Compton yelled, “Breathe!” and he slapped him on the back and all the water came spilling out, glinting in the afternoon sun.
# 48 Welcome: “Welcome home,” and it was just that, home; right here, in Thomas’s arms.
# 49 Winter: He was cold, so cold and for once the memories did nothing to warm him up.
# 50 Wood: In his mind, he was far far away and as his feet crunched in the fresh snow, Compton looked up from chopping wood and smiled.
“Thomas.”
Pairing: Thomas Tallis x William Compton
Theme set: Delta
Rating: PG, maybe PG-13 to be safe. *WARNING* slash
Notes: Most of this is scattered all over the place in the series, so dont think about it too hard. if it doesnt make sense, please let me know.
this fic was also posted in the_tudors a few weeks ago, but changes have been made since then.
# 1 Air: It was like the air got thick and heavy, a weight across his chest, every time the lord Compton walked into the room.
# 2 Apples: It was a sweet, tart taste that rose on his lips when they kissed; for some reason, it made him crave apples.
# 3 Beginning: It was so simple- a raised eyebrow, a softly bitten lip- the simplest beginning there ever was, he thought later.
# 4 Bugs: “Get ‘em off, get ‘em OFF!!” and Compton laughed at the sight of his lover thwacking at the invisible bugs on his back.
# 5 Coffee: He took a tentative sip; it was bitter and too hot, but Compton assured him it got better.
# 6 Dark: It was dark, so dark in the countryside and Thomas felt his old childhood fear rise up again; but Compton’s arms wrapped around his chest promised, promised him that everything was going to be all right.
# 7 Despair: He cried out; not Thomas, not Thomas too.
# 8 Doors: Over their heads, a door slammed and they stopped breathing for a moment, Compton’s hands tangled in his hair, their lips pressed together so tight.
# 9 Drink: “Drink,” Compton commanded, placing a cup full of whiskey in front of him; he knew that Thomas wasn’t much of a drinker, but it was the only thing to help with the pain.
# 10 Duty: “It’s my duty,” he had repeated, time and time again and sometimes, sometimes Compton wished he just didn’t write such beautiful music.
# 11 Earth: “Do you love me?” he whispered in his ear one evening, and Compton pulled away and realized that of all the people on earth, he had chosen the wrong one to marry.
# 12 End: And it couldn’t be like this, it just couldn’t end like this, not with a slammed door and broken apologies.
#13 Fall: It had taken two falls, one badly bruised shin and a full day of begging before he finally forgave him.
# 14 Fire: He dove and he didn’t care if the fires of hell rose up to meet him, as long as he got to Thomas first.
# 15 Flexible: “As it were, there are more important things at court then love,” Compton remarked dryly as Thomas twisted his hands into position.
# 16 Flying: “Come with me,” and he grabbed his hand; up, up and away.
# 17 Food: They ate so much their stomachs hurt and they lay on the floor groaning.
# 18 Foot: Thomas was completely wrapped up in the blanket except for one foot poking out of the sheet and Compton thought it was the most precious thing he’d ever seen.
# 19 Grave: He deserved better, so much better than a single cross and his name for a grave.
# 20 Green: “What’s your favorite color?” and he told him and the next day there was a fresh green tunic waiting for him on the bed.
# 21 Head: The hair that covered his head was soft but so thick; Compton loved to run his fingers through it and cradle the smooth curve of his head in his hand.
# 22 Hollow: “It’s like I was hollow, I was a hollow empty shell and then you came and filled me up.”
# 23 Honor: The king made such a big deal out of honor and glory, but Compton thought he had had enough of all that- maybe a small place in the country, where the only thing anyone ever cared about was how much liquor they had in them.
# 24 Hope: It wasn’t a lot, but it was something; it was enough to hope that when he came back they’d finally be able to build the life they’d dreamed of.
# 25 Light: The flames danced in the grate and he curled up next to him and it was the one moment in Thomas’ life that he could remember being totally happy, wrapped up next to Compton in the light of the fire.
# 26 Lost: For the first few days he was lost, the air was thick again but every time he turned around there was nothing, nothing but an empty corridor and no Compton.
# 27 Metal: The knife slipped, one minute it was in his hand and the next it was falling, the cool metal slicing his skin and staining the tablecloth.
# 28 New: “I think you should leave,” and he can’t look at her, he can’t, he can’t; it’s all too new to him to hear her crying like that.
# 29 Old: When he walks into the room, Thomas looks up and smiles and it’s an old feeling, but a good one as he settles next to him and pulls Thomas into his lap.
# 30 Peace: And one night he thought he felt Compton’s kiss on his cheek and his whisper in his ear, “Be at peace now, Tom.”
# 31 Poison: As the poison of the disease set in, as he tossed and turned in bed, he saw Thomas and cried out; he would do anything just to spare him the pain.
# 32 Pretty: “A pretty trinket,” he said with a wave of his hand when Thomas pointed out Anne Boleyn to him, “Nothing serious.”
# 33 Rain: It rained for days and days and still it couldn’t wash the stench of she who was not Thomas away.
# 34 Regret: And Thomas let the dead flowers fall from his fingertips and sighed; if only he had said something sooner, if only he hadn’t left, if only, if only.
# 35 Roses: He had always hated the smell of roses, but the colors were beautiful and as he walked through the garden he ran his fingers over them, letting the soft petals fall.
# 36 Secret: “Hush now, darling,” and they couldn’t tell anyone because it would always have to be a secret.
# 37 Snakes: They were snakes, they all were; slithering around in their little snake suits, whispering their little snake lies.
# 38 Snow: He had never seen snow so clean and white before and he wanted to run out and make snow angels the minute he woke up.
# 39 Solid: Compton was just that, a solid presence behind him, holding him and making sure he didn’t float away
# 40 Spring: It was the lull between winter and summer and didn’t really mean much to him, not until Compton pulled him down into the fresh green grass.
# 41 Stable: “Don’t you have stable hands for this type of thing?”
# 42 Strange: A stranger in a strange land, they called the queen, but what Thomas couldn’t understand was why they called her that when sometimes he felt the exact same thing.
# 43 Summer: “You outcast,” he whispered into his ear, laughing and wrestling Thomas to the ground.
# 44 Taboo: And that was the one thing he never wanted, never wanted to let go of all those winter afternoons.
# 45 Ugly: ‘I’m ugly, I’m hideous,’ and he thought that up until the first time Compton looked at him and smiled.
# 46 War: If this was the battle he could only imagine what the war would be like.
# 47 Water: “Breathe,” Compton yelled, “Breathe!” and he slapped him on the back and all the water came spilling out, glinting in the afternoon sun.
# 48 Welcome: “Welcome home,” and it was just that, home; right here, in Thomas’s arms.
# 49 Winter: He was cold, so cold and for once the memories did nothing to warm him up.
# 50 Wood: In his mind, he was far far away and as his feet crunched in the fresh snow, Compton looked up from chopping wood and smiled.
“Thomas.”