suave_thomas: (Easily Happy)
I am in love.

Katya drew this! It's her! )

She said it's her and she's happy now and she loves London and she's a princess who has flowers and happiness... Oh my heart. It's melting.

We've been staying at the hospital because Katya has been gradually healing and getting stronger and we get to bring her home soon. James drew her a bunch of pictures to illustrate that she has a mummy and two daddies. It was adorable. She's not malnourished any more. She loves to hug and cuddle. She's...just so perfect and darling. AND I LOVE HER!

So...there's that. Oh, and my husband and wife? They are, perhaps, the most glorious individuals on this Earth. Just so you know. In case I don't say it enough.
suave_thomas: (Beardy)
We've got her. Mary and I are bringing home a little girl. Yekaterina. She's an angel. She's sleeping right now. I think it would be a good idea if we took her to the hospital first? Just...I think she might need some care before we bring her home. Really though, she is the sweetest, cutest little five-year-old in the world. She really is.

I left those other kids there. I will never stop feeling guilty about that.
suave_thomas: (Over the shoulder)
I think I'm getting pneumonia. Abby is now barring people from visiting unless they wear a facemask which makes me feel like some kind of science experiment. Which I suppose is fair enough because I keep getting jabbed, and who wouldn't want to study someone who has come back to life twice? BUT I am keeping positive. My Spectre is coming to see me (with a facemask which I wish I could rip right off him for snoggage...sadly, that would be a little gross for him) and then Mary is going to play less-than-naughty-nurse tonight.

I have the best spouses!
suave_thomas: (Saddened)
I'm alive again. It's official. I had a chat with one of the immortal people we rescued in China and he did it. On accident of course, which means I have to feel guilty that someone gave up their immortality in order for me to live AGAIN, but he said he didn't mind. I suppose if he had, it wouldn't have worked.

Anyway, I'm in the hospital for a few days because I think I'm getting ill and I, once again, have no immune system.

I'm trying to be pleased about it, but I need a chance to get there. Last time this happened it ended with me in agony so I'm not overly thrilled I get to go through it again...

A Mary might be a good idea.
suave_thomas: (Waves)
It's through no shortcoming of my husband (because believe me, he does not have ANY of those) but I rather miss being able to be with my wife in a corporeal fashion. Women bits are nice if you're in to that sort of thing. Thankfully, because I don't believe the bits are the be all and end of of anything, I'll get to be with her soon either way. Please don't take her away from me right away? I mean if you have to, you have to. But I want me some Mary time. We seem to have the amazing ability of missing each other. I just miss my wife.

But Happy New Year's Eve! I'm still in Spain, though I don't think I'll make it much longer. Few more hours maybe. Wanted to tell everyone to have a fantastic start to the new year and I'll see you soon.

And I wanted to show you this )

It's amazingly relaxing here. I hope all of you are able to do some relaxing too.
suave_thomas: (Lothario)
I took Mary out for Chinese because I've missed her so much and the chance to just be a married couple has evaded us since fucking January. (*grumble grumble*) And they wouldn't let me stay at the hospital to be with Joe. So we went out and made as much merry as we could.

Apparently this is what happens when you're dead and you open a fortune cookie... )

I fucking broke it...

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May. 14th, 2009 12:48 pm
suave_thomas: (Saddened)
I miss my wife.
I miss my wife.
I miss my wife.
I miss my wife.
I miss my wife.
I miss my wife.
I miss my wife.
I miss my wife.
I miss my wife.
I miss my wife.
I miss my wife.
I miss my wife.
suave_thomas: (Saddened)
I have my second Valentine's Day with a significant other yesterday. I think last year was better until I disappeared... But Spectre's flowers came to the door at 10 am just like clockwork. I'd forgotten I arranged that. Then I had to send a secret helper (Abby) out to get Mary something because I'm still laid up. And then I took a nap and I was utterly spoiled by the both of them while I was sleeping. I love my loves.

I couldn't go to Christina's funeral today. I miss her. I would trade places with her in a second if she could be back here. Dammit.

This will cheer me up... )
suave_thomas: (Suave)
Mary=yum. WetMary=Even more yum. Even if I did sneeze on her (that...wasn't why she was wet. Uhm...that was the shower...)

Clearly, I am feeling much better...and especially now.

:D!

Ahem. Something constructive, something constructive.... Peter brought me a fedora today! It's purple. He said it reminded him of me and I asked him why I reminded him of a pimp when we used to be holy brothers and he said, "Ah, Brother Littleton. Tis the way of the world. What once was Holy, shall become unholy and pimping. And God said it was good."

Sometimes the things he says leave me quite speechless...
suave_thomas: (Srsbsns)
I'm sick. I got chicken pox.

How is that possible? I'm alive again. Can't explain now. Too sick. But I'm not bullshitting. I wouldn't bullshit about this. And no. It's not great. It's not a miracle. It's not a dream come true. I'm sick and something terrible had to be sacrificed for me to be here and I'm not okay with that, which is why it's probably good it wasn't my choice. I didn't choose this.

Mary's back with me to help me...be sane. I feel like hell, I feel like hell, I feel like hell. But I'm still on the internet, sue me.

It seemed like it was time to say it. I've been hiding. But I fear that seeing me shivering in a corner with a fever and pox all over me is going to give me away. Blast it all.
suave_thomas: (In The Cars)
If this post were a school report, it would be called "What I did on my Buck's night-A pictorial exploration." And it would get a A.

A+, really... )

And this essay is entitled, "What I did on my Wedding Night-Why I am the Luckiest Man Alive" And it's entirely based on my crass sense of humour.

My Mumsie thinks I'm funny... )
suave_thomas: (Snow)
I told my mother and she very nearly knocked me over in excitement. But then she asked the dreaded questions. Like, when is this happening, and where is it happening and are you going to spend the wedding night with both of them (?!?!) and then she said 'I don't have to get you a toaster, right?' Questions are fun. Help.

Are we telling other people now? Is this soon. I'm not freaking out. I almost promise I'm not freaking out.

Tomorrow Mums and I are travelling up to Bristol. To see Adam. He's going to faint or something. But I want him there, or...at least to know he can be there. It doesn't feel fair otherwise. He's the only family member I have who hasn't seen me. Even my stupid, deserter of a father had seen me, even though he thinks it was a dream (thank the ghoulies).

I still haven't seen Peter. What should I tell him?
suave_thomas: (Kissing Mary)
I don't even know if you're around...or whatever. I wish I could talk to you. And I can't do that prattling on about nothing thing I do to you when I'm here and you're not because you're here too, just not here here.

I miss you. I miss my Mary. And I saw Amaris in the park today. She was actually going to just leave me alone, but Mara showed up, the darling. And I think she wanted her some angel. Everything turned out fine...I pushed Amaris away from Mara and kept her safe until Caoilfhionn, of all people, showed up and scared Amaris away. Kind of on accident. And she left us alone too because she doesn't want to make 'Priesty' mad.

So we're both unharmed. And Mara knows not to go running off. And Spectre made me feel a lot better. But it was still quite...jarring. I was just in the park. And then I think of what you're about to face and I just...

Just be careful, Love. Be so careful. And know I have all the faith in the world in you and our friends. I love you.

Oh, and happy Valentine's Day in an hour or so...

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