[ catching up took a bit longer than he had thought, but it was a good talk. enough information to pass on to sofia. given it was so cold and beginning to snow, tomassen (gently) bullied kaz into letting him drive him home. and once that was done, tomassen settled in to read through the file.
it was sickening. enough to turn anyone's stomach, and tomassen had read through hundreds of pages of autopsy reports and torture techniques for kaz's trial. poor inej, a thirteen year old girl, in a place like the menagerie? it was enough to want to burn the building to the ground.
it was a bit past dinner when tomassen entered through the front door of the manor, exhaling a long sigh as he shook the snow out of his hair. the bag of documents is quickly deposited on the couch of the front foyer as he shrugs off his coat and scarf, hanging them up in due course. he can smell food in the kitchen, and after taking off his shoes to ensure snow doesn't track through the house, he meanders his way there.
seeing sofia heating up some type of leftovers is enough to make some of the stress of the deal vanish instantly. he's about to ask what she ordered when he instead chooses to slide his arms around her waist from behind, pressing a kiss to her neck in greeting, sighing to himself.
[ a few hours later ]
it was sickening. enough to turn anyone's stomach, and tomassen had read through hundreds of pages of autopsy reports and torture techniques for kaz's trial. poor inej, a thirteen year old girl, in a place like the menagerie? it was enough to want to burn the building to the ground.
it was a bit past dinner when tomassen entered through the front door of the manor, exhaling a long sigh as he shook the snow out of his hair. the bag of documents is quickly deposited on the couch of the front foyer as he shrugs off his coat and scarf, hanging them up in due course. he can smell food in the kitchen, and after taking off his shoes to ensure snow doesn't track through the house, he meanders his way there.
seeing sofia heating up some type of leftovers is enough to make some of the stress of the deal vanish instantly. he's about to ask what she ordered when he instead chooses to slide his arms around her waist from behind, pressing a kiss to her neck in greeting, sighing to himself.
home, finally. ]
Your son asked me to do something stupid.
[ it's a bit muffled, speaking into her hair. ]