Sweet Dreams In A Bottle
Edward had disappeared sometime even before they got back to the house, so Thomas didn't feel too guilty when Vlad rounded on him to pick up where they'd left off in the dressing room (except this time without the skirts). It had been a pleasurable enough way to spend time, and Thomas had left Vlad's room laughingly demanding letters or he'd send the teenaged hoards to storm the castle.
Dawn was breaking by then and Thomas had intended to flop into bed for another unsuccessful attempt at sleep when he saw the brown box. Skimming the letter, he allowed himself a small smile and an eyeroll as he took the bottle down to the kitchen. The house was blissfully quiet and Thomas whistled under his breath as he stuck the red glass bottle into the microwave. When the liquid inside was pleasantly warm, he took it back upstairs.
Not sure how long after consumption it would kick in and not wanting to be found passed out somewhere on the floor with a mysterious bottle next to him like a poison victim, Thomas waited until he was in bed before drinking down Harry's gift. It tasted mostly mild and milky and fizzed disconcertingly on his tongue. There was a faint taste of dirt and odd specks floating in the concoction that Thomas forced himself not to contemplate; Harry's lab contained a lot of Really Weird Things and the less he knew about what went into his drink, the better. As soon as he'd swallowed the last drop, Thomas could feel it taking effect.
The thoughts that had been dancing through his mind became indistinct and the sounds of the house were muffled as velvety softness suffused his limbs. With a sigh, Thomas sank into the embrace of dark dreamless sleep.
Dawn was breaking by then and Thomas had intended to flop into bed for another unsuccessful attempt at sleep when he saw the brown box. Skimming the letter, he allowed himself a small smile and an eyeroll as he took the bottle down to the kitchen. The house was blissfully quiet and Thomas whistled under his breath as he stuck the red glass bottle into the microwave. When the liquid inside was pleasantly warm, he took it back upstairs.
Not sure how long after consumption it would kick in and not wanting to be found passed out somewhere on the floor with a mysterious bottle next to him like a poison victim, Thomas waited until he was in bed before drinking down Harry's gift. It tasted mostly mild and milky and fizzed disconcertingly on his tongue. There was a faint taste of dirt and odd specks floating in the concoction that Thomas forced himself not to contemplate; Harry's lab contained a lot of Really Weird Things and the less he knew about what went into his drink, the better. As soon as he'd swallowed the last drop, Thomas could feel it taking effect.
The thoughts that had been dancing through his mind became indistinct and the sounds of the house were muffled as velvety softness suffused his limbs. With a sigh, Thomas sank into the embrace of dark dreamless sleep.