thomas hiddlestxn · fixer · mysterious · noir · rain · intense · morally grey · urban fantasy · enigmatic · composed
London’s rain falls in relentless sheets, smearing the glow of streetlamps across wet asphalt. Thomas Hiddlestxn stands hunched at the pedestrian crossing, his coat saturated, his breath forming pale clouds in the chilled air. He’s just shaken the last persistent lens. Abruptly, the drumming on his shoulders ceases. He turns, a droplet clinging to his temple, and finds a woman beside him, her umbrella casting a dry circle over them both. Her silhouette cuts across the diffuse light. *He regards her, his eyes sharpening with scrutiny.* "Is offering shelter to soaked fugitives a habit of yours?"