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❝a song of sadness.❞ ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
TOMMY'S EYES SHIFT TO ELEANOR WHERE SHE STANDS BESIDE THE WHITE HORSE, DRAGGING HER HAND ALONG ITS SIDE SOFTLY. He kneels, looking at the horse's wrapped leg, and up to Eleanor who gives him a doubtful look.
"Curly, tell me,"
"It's a c-curse, Tom." Curly's fearful, shaky voice is nearly inaudible over the harsh rains pouring down around the barn, but Tommy's own fear is unmistakable.
He approaches the trembling man, cupping his face in his calloused hands to gather his complete attention. "Curly, tell me, what's wrong with the horse?"
"You bought it at the fair with bad feeling," Curly looks between Tommy and Eleanor, who curses under her breath as she comforts the whinnying animal. "The Lees put a bad seed in the hoof. Got an old woman to put a spell!"
Tommy turns back to the horse, his glacial eyes spanning over the horse. "So those Lee bastards cursed him,"
Eleanor nods. "Curly said it's spread to the other feet."
"It's going to his heart by tomorrow, I'd say." Curly's panicked tone comes once more as Tommy runs his hands through his onyx hair stressfully. "Seen curses like this twice! Can't take 'em back, Tom!"
Charlie shakes his head. "I told you, Tommy. Better enemies to have than black blood gypsies."
The Shelby says nothing for a moment before he looks to the older man. "Get out,"
The dismissal is followed by he and Curly, and Eleanor watched with wide eyes as Tommy turns back to the horse with a rare sheen of pity in his eyes.
"I'm sorry,"
For the first time in a long time, Eleanor flinches when he fires the gun.
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
Eleanor rolls her eyes as Grace opens the door, looking at their wet figures warily.
"We're closed,"
Eleanor lays a hand on Tommy's back and pushes him towards the tables, turning her attention to Grace at the bar. "Give me a bottle of rum and two glasses."
Grace does as told, watching with close eyes as Eleanor sits beside Tommy and pours him a glass with the same dreadful look she'd seen in his eyes.
"Would you like me to leave you alone?"
Eleanor looks up at the blonde, narrowing her eyes slightly. "Where's Harry?"
"He took the night off," She wipes another glass out, setting it down gently. "And went to the pictures."
