Never related to anything more than the scenes in Ghosts where Thomas reveals he's Scottish and is mortally offended people didn't know, even though he’s spent the last four and a half seasons talking in a posh English accent.
no.23: Forced to watch (I took this quite liberally)
There was many quirks to being dead. There was the fact that you could walk through walls but could be seated on furniture. Or the fact that nobody with a pulse could see you but sometimes, if you were lucky, you were gifted with an extra ability. The one that plagued (Y/N) the most though was the face that she could not leave the grounds of which she died upon.
She had died in Button house, or as it was known then Higham House, when on a visit with her husband, she had suddenly take ill. He husband had gone to fetch for a doctor but by the time he had returned with help, she had already passed. Her first memory of being dead was watching her husband weep over her still warm body.
It had not taken long for the other spirited residents of the house to learn of their new peer. Mary and Kitty tried to console her, especially when (Y/N) saw Humphrey’s detached head. Robin simply observed her for a while. But even as she, rather quickly, made peace with her untimely demise, there was a feeling that she couldn’t shake.
The feeling grew stronger and stronger as the days passed, until eventually she found herself walking into the main parlour room of the house where she was greeted by a crowd observing an argument.
Instantly she recognised the voices. One belonging to her husband’s ghastly cousin, Francis Button. He was a vile man, and not one she could tolerate for very long. Despite the many times he had tried to worm his way into her life , she always dreaded his visits. The last she saw him was in the day she died, where he had offered her tea; being free of him was one of the few things she welcomed in death.
Stood across from him was her husband. Standing tall and proud, Thomas rebutted something Francis had said. (Y/N) wasn’t quite sure. But she didn’t mind. She had not seen Thomas since he had found her still body upstairs.
(Y/N) heard ringing in her ears as the minutes seemed to pass like seconds. She couldn’t make out what anyone was saying. Instead she just followed the crowds as they made their was outside.
She stood, frozen in place as Thomas and Francis stood opposite to one another. She wanted to turn away but her legs felt stuck. The speed of what happened was to fast to comprehend. One second they were back to back, ready to duel and then next had a bullet launched into Thomas’ side.
(Y/N) rushed down to his crumpled form, reaching a hand out to only have it go through her chest. She closed her eyes, trying to get the image of him bloody from her mind. “Oh Thomas, my love.” She cried out, despite having nobody to hear.
“My darling flower?”
(Y/N) whipped her head up to the voice. Beside the corpse of her husband stood his spirit. He looked shaken, understandably so. “Thomas.”
“You’re dead. You died… how are you here?” Thomas said, frantically looking around before his eyes made contact with the corpse on the ground. “Oh.”
“I can explain everything.”
“No need,” Thomas looked back at his wife with a melancholy smile. “I have you again, darling. The rest will come as it may.”
“He’s a craftsman. He comes on, he has all this stuff he’s got to do. He’s got to learn all these lines, he’s got to learn all this choreography [and] he’s got to sing. He also has to be the life and soul when he’s the character. Timothée never had a moment-you’d almost expect it-where [he said] ‘I can’t do this anymore or I got to go off..’. He’s always there available to us laughing and sort of keeping it going. He crafted a character. That sort of just felt like him. Brilliant.”-Paterson Joseph
“Yeah and there’s not many people who can combine that skillset. There’s some parts where you can kind of cast any actor. There were such specific demands that very few people are going to do all of those things to such an incredible standard. He’s an insane talent.” -Matthew Baynton
“You can absolutely see him growing into that character (Gene Wilder’s version of Wonka) He’s a rare one.” -Paterson Joseph (via Radio Times)
Okay so I went to see the Wonka movie yesterday and I just had to say that The Chocolate Cartel is 100% queer.
I would even dare to say that they could be in a poly relationship that started as ennemies to lovers.