This is my first Infernal Devices fanfic. Please review and CC! I know sometimes I make them OOC, but I'm not the best writer out there. This is just some eye opener or something along those lines, plus this is rushed and I forgot how to write, literally. Hope you enjoy it!
"Spying on Master Jem?" asked Thomas, as he rounded up the corner, closing a little gap between him and the scarred, little Sophie. She viciously shook her head side to side, while shefelt heat conquer her pale neck and cheeks.
"I, err- I was checking up on his health,"
"While peering in the slight gap of the library door? I haven't even known Master Jem is inside, yet you haven't denied it." smiled Thomas, though it quite haven't reached his solemn eyes.
"I didn't want to interr—"
"Sophie!" yelled Will in a sing-song voice. Sophie's beautiful feature turned into a scowl as she watched the wretched boy stomping nearer and nearer to Thomas and her.
"Will," said she, with an added presumption of vile and disgust.
"I was going to ask you to find Thomas, but seeing that he is already here, can you go and prepare the carriages?" he asked "Jem and I are visiting the brothel."
Thomas have seen the reaction and cringe of dear Sophie, as she quickly masked it by looking down at the suddenly fascinating carpet. He knew that action very well, mostly from observation of different couples he sees while he navigates the Nephilim's toward their destination.
It was either (but mostly) a third-wheeled girl, a jealous boy, or a self-absorbed and obnoxious person of any gender. The women tend to shy away, take a step back or simply shrug, slight otherwise invisible quivering of the lips and nose, and the million dollar torturing smile, while the men looked straight ahead as if he heard nothing, but his eyes betrayed his soul.
He was well enough to mask his outsides as his insides burned and begged for some interaction. Thomas' valiant nod made Sophie further cringe and felt disgusted at the thought of prostitutes and brothels.
"Oh, and dear Sophie?" mocked Will "Call Jem out, he's suffering the cases of an introvert."
"He's perfectly fine—"
"Call Jem out," he repeated once more as she glared at him. Thomas took one last lingering look at Sophie as he frowned and departed slowly, letting her take care of the process of informing their Master, since she would surely be gleeful enough to have an excuse to speak with him.
It was obviously disappointing if someone new came to you and your bestfriends life, while he forgot you in a pinch of the dust. Then that same someone stole the girl or boy you loved the most, while you serve him honestly, even if you are truly against it.
"Alright Thomas?" asked Will, though he was walking to the other corner of the halls, not necessarily paying attention to Thomas. He didn't answer, seeing as he wasn't in earshot anyway, and Will would do nothing except obliterate him from his mind from time to time.
"Jem, Will is taking you to a brothel," Thomas heard Sophie say, as the laugh of Jem invaded his ears.
"A brothel? Hadn't he learned enough from their smokes and pipes?" chuckled Jem.
"You should ask him." murmured Sophie. But Thomas was sure that it made Sophie's heart flutter and give butterflies to her stomach hearing Jems laugh, even if he couldn't provide it himself.
He walked away, feeling the same tired emotions everyday. Why could he not be Sophie's beau? Why does Sophie insist it's alright to love and not be loved in return while it is not agreeable to love someone not worth it? Was Thomas worth it?