METHOD OF MADNESS ━ 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐛𝐲 ¹ (Under editing)

𝒾𝒾𝒾. 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓇𝓉𝑒𝑒𝓃: unenigmatic

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : you should see me in a crown - billie eilish

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iii. thirteen: ❝unenigmatic❞

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Small Heath, Birmingham

When Marianna was angry, she became a force of nature, a tempest raging against the confines of her emotions. This was the Marianna Thomas Shelby had always imagined, fierce and unyielding.

In the months prior, such displays of emotion from her were rare. She typically wore a mask of disdain, her gaze cutting and her sneer ever-present. But today was different. Today, as she laid eyes on Thomas standing before her home, her expression transformed into something lethal.

Yet, amidst her fury, there was a glimmer of something else. Beneath the rage, there lay a concern for the business and for the well-being of Thomas's family. It was this concern that tempered her anger, at least for the moment.

With a heavy sigh, Marianna slammed the door shut behind Thomas Shelby, the echoes reverberating through the empty halls of her parents' home.

After the chaos at the pub, Marianna wasted no time in retreating to the solace of her own dwelling. There was a comfort in the familiar surroundings, in the quiet solitude that enveloped her. Yet, amidst the quiet, her mind buzzed with relentless thoughts. She couldn't help but question the wisdom of aligning herself with Thomas.

Despite the warnings from the otherworldly beings that whispered in her ear, she had chosen to stand by him. Now, as she grappled with the consequences of her decision, Marianna couldn't shake the feeling of self-condemnation.

It had all started with her agreeing to help Thomas stash the weaponry, ignorant of its origins and implications. She tried to convince herself that she didn't care, that it was all for Thomas's sake. But deep down, she knew that wasn't entirely true. There was a part of her that couldn't help but care, that couldn't help but be drawn to him and his plans despite everything.

"You said you wanted to see the horses, so I'm bringing you to the races." Thomas remarked casually, shattering Mar's carefully constructed facade of calm. In a fit of frustration, she grabbed the nearest object and hurled it at him with all her might.

"You bloody moron! For heaven's glory, that was weeks back!" Mar's voice rang out, her anger palpable as she stood just inches away from him.

The thumping of spirits in her mind only intensified her wrath, and she struggled to contain herself. She knew she needed to rein in her emotions, but Thomas wasn't making it easy for her.

"I promised you." Thomas insisted, his voice unwavering as he met her gaze with a challenging look. But his words did little to quell Mar's frustration.