[Peaky Blinders - Thomas Shelby - Fanfiction]
Never give in. Never give in. Never, never, never, never-in nothing, great or small, large or petty-never give in, except to convictions of honour and good sense. Never yield to force. Never yield to the...
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The curtains were drawn tightly closed on the third floor of London flat just a block down from the theatre. A dim smokey room where the scent of incense and perfume tickled one's nose. Music played quietly and a fireplace burned to warm the chill in the air from the open window. delicate hands clawed at a finely crafted wooden headboard. Eloise's skin felt like summer and her muscles ached, Billy's body trembled against her with a soft long moan, he collapsed onto her. Long fingers slipping across his scalp, playing with his hair as he rested his cheek to her breast.
"If there is a god Eloise, he is too good to me." Billy breathed with an exhausted chuckle. Eloise reached out for her nightstand carefully opening a box of cigars, she plucked one free. "Here." She said passing it to him. He could hardly move and Eloise was already imagining round two in her mind as her body was quickly recovering. Billy looked up at her and smiled, with one hand he took the cigar, and with the other, he caressed her face.
"Not long now, not long I will have what we need to start our life away from this place." He said with a bright toothy smile. "where was it you wanted to go?" She asked, He talked about it all the time, fleeing England. It's just Eloise had stopped listening years ago, she loved this place that had become her home, both its luster and its murk. Billy on the other hand hated this place, He had big dreams of being a star in America, hearing his voice on the radio in New York, Chicago, or New Orleans somewhere. Eloise never had the heart or wanted to waste the time trying to tell him he didn't have the pipes for it.
Hearing you can't sing very well from the mouth of an Opera singer never went over well.
Eloise watched as Billy sat up and lit his cigar, taking a long drag and releasing a plume of fragrant smoke. "One day Eloise I promise, no more living under the shadow of wars long past, no more highborn rules and social masks, no more people looking at us funny." Billy went on with a dreamy stare. Eloise tittered, "Billy, do be sensible. People will look at us funny no matter where it is we go. It is how things are." she said. Sitting up Eloise slipped out of bed and tied a sheer robe around herself, "You should read more articles on the state of the world, Billy. You dream of the American North, and one romanticized city to its southern end, both of which are no different on matters of color. Like everywhere else, They tolerate things of value to them." said Eloise.
Billy hopped up with excitement "Exactly, everybody loves music! You and I, Eloise. We can get a band together, Jazz a big band It would be grand." Billy said, rushing to her he spun her about. "I love the opera, why would I stop?" She asked him, Billy chuckled and kissed her cheek. "baby, nobody's asking you to stop." he said. "just expanding your musical horizons with me, that's all." He said in a whisper, planting kisses along her neck.
"If you don't plan on another round, I wouldn't keep that up." She warned, Billy smiled against her skin as he laughed, "fucking hell, you can go like a march hare." He breathed stepping back. Eloise gave him a faint smile, "my line of work demands endurance and plenty of stamina. the art of Coloratura demands it." She said.
