(ON HOLD)
"They say you're a witch. A girl who can tell fortunes."
"Perhaps I'm just good at playing people Mr Shelby."
(femoc x Thomas Shelby)
(Season 1 Peaky Blinders)
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"Good morning.", Florence spoke quietly afraid to disturb the peace of the early hours. Polly opened the door with a smile and pulled her into a hug once she was inside. Gently minding her ribcage.
"How're you?", Polly nodded to her injury.
"Not bad actually.", the pair walked further inside into the kitchen. Florence instinctively began making tea for the pair and Polly sat down at the table where she presumably had been moments before, judging by the open ledger and empty cup on the table, "Would you take a look at it? Or actually I want to look at it but I can't get the bandages back on myself."
"You don't have to whisper the boys are all out to the fair.", the older gypsy chuckled and pushed over her empty cup and saucer, "I'll take care of your bandages if you tell me what you're doing here at this hour.", Polly knew Florence had nightmares but she never knew them to drive the girl out of bed before sunrise to seek company.
"Couldn't sleep.", Florence said with a small smile before turning back to busy herself with the tea, liar, "Also I have no food in my house.", truth.
"I want to say you shouldn't be living in another house at all but in all honestly I don't think you'd like sharing the house with all the boys in it.", Florence had thought of the prospect of just staying with Polly while she lived in Birmingham but living under the same roof as the eldest three Shelby brothers brought an intense sense of anxiety to her. Living with someone exposed a vulnerable side of them and even though she had none of those left she felt that her relationship with Polly was already a big enough crack in her facade.
"My thoughts exactly. Who's in my room now?", she put down the teacups on the table and took a loaf of bread and some jam out of the cupboard, slicing off a piece and sitting down, "I left some books here that I want to get."
"Tommy. Quite fitting.", Polly smirked and sipped at her coffee. The younger brunette just looked at her until Polly finally admitted, "Since you're each other's counterparts. That look you're giving me right now is just proving it, it's the Tommy look."
"I think I have rights over my own eyes don't I?", Florence asked taking a bite out of her bread. She was a lot like the Shelby man, more than she'd like to admit. Her power although was thrust upon her and he was striving for his. Perhaps that was the answer to the question: Why does she sing and he doesn't.
"That you do.", the older gypsy nodded but the smirk never left her lips.
"I'm expecting some men at the shop a little later.", Florence tried to change the subject.
"You also seem to be expecting trouble then?"
"I'm causing it.", she smirked mischievously, "That Irishman needs to know he can't just push around a Smith or anyone for that matter. I'll light the fire under his ass."
