thanksgiving is, after all, a word of action [set on 11/26]

[triskehale]

Thanksgivings in the Hale house used to be quite the big deal. Feeding over a dozen werewolves, many of them teenagers was no easy feat. Derek loved all the chaos, and he helped out in the kitchen since he was old enough to stand on a step stool and reach the counter.

The first year after everyone died, he and Laura each got a rotisserie chicken and some biscuits, trying to hang on to some semblance of tradition, but the food tasted like ash. Laura went to bed early, and Derek pretended not to hear her cry. They stopped trying to do anything for the holiday after that.

It's been almost a decade since that disastrous attempt, and a few months ago Derek decided that he wanted to try again. While Laura and the rest of his family will always be the cause of this gnawing ache in his heart, Derek has a new family here in Darrow. He has so many people that matter to him, and care about him. It's more than Derek deserves, or ever thought that he would get, but he's grateful. He's thankful.

So he decides that he's going to do his best to put on a Thanksgiving of his own, and invite his new ragtag sort of pack. His new family.

The invitations go out and on the big day, Derek arrives at Semele's just after dawn. He puts two giant turkeys in the oven and quickly sets up the long table and chairs in the middle of the bar. With each chair he places, Derek marvels over just how many people he has in his life. It's astounding to him, and it's the perfect day to show his gratitude.

And then, all that's left to do is cook. And cook, and cook some more. If he's lucky, he'll have time to go shower and put on something nice before all his guests arrive.


[Hale pack Thanksgiving! Treat this as a gathering post. Tag in, tag around, give thanks! ♥]

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[shuck_you]

"The bad thing is," Thomas said thoughtfully, giving his head another shake, "that the government in my world is really...I don't know if it even exists. There's an organization there that's doing tests, Trials, to try and cure the disease and they've been given a lot of power. Too much power. I think they're pulling the strings now."

He didn't know for sure, had no proof, but with how rampant WICKED got to run, they had to have a long, long leash in order to do what they did without anyone getting suspicious.

"This place is confusing and impossible but at least there's a government and they're not a bunch of cowards."

[theduff]

I make a face when Thomas goes on about his world, a cross between horror and disgust at the idea that something like that can exist for real somewhere. Even if it's another universe or whatever, it exists and is very real for Thomas.

"They're not." I can agree with that much, even though I have nothing so different to compare it to. Darrow's government doesn't seem that much different from my own home town, and I'd only just recently started to care about that sort of stuff. "For what it's worth, I'm glad you're here and safe from all that."

[shuck_you]

"I am too," Thomas agreed, nodding. He held off on saying that he missed his friends, that he sometimes wished he was back there just to pay penance for what he'd done. This wasn't the time or place for guilt and self loathing. Thomas would have plenty of time to do that in the future.

"I'm glad you're doing okay too," Thomas told her with a gentle smile. "See, with you being here, if I fall asleep, you can make sure I don't drool all over myself like a stupid shank."