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𝓋𝒾. 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓇𝓉𝓎-𝓈𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃: aftermath

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : cover me in roses - holden laurence

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vi. thirty-seven: ❝ aftermath ❞

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Small heath, Birmingham

How would the air mount the passage? 

The seer mends the bust physique of her lover with the sun dwindling in the coldness. Her eyes were wet but unfathomable, cast inward to sequestered thoughts. In her mind, beasts plead.

Then, at the latter, just before she finishes casing the dressing around her lover's upper body, he lifts one hand and traces it to her now spotless cheek.

"Thank you, Mari."

Between Thomas and Marianna, there's gallantry in being velvety.

"Are you?" She eyed him.

There was admonition and he perceived it. Indisputably, she would be careful. After all, Thomas has done a lot that insults her and the ache hasn't conceded through the draught.

"Torment is upon me, and soon, everything must fall. That is the way of things." He presented as an explanation; she saw it was.

"But then again, you are not intended to fall, Tommy. That isn't how your heart was through for." Marianna answers like greased lightning, once more attesting that she knew him better than he knew himself.

Thomas said nothing. If he believed her words, he didn't show it; he just gazed at her; all the tempest that had surrounded him the past few months departed. There was a taciturnity that framed them. The hush under which they had both fallen in love.

"Let's go out there." says Thomas, offering his arm to her.

Mar does take his arm, and they do start walking. She led his still waning figure in step beside her. His shoes echo gently on the wood, and a weak smell of liquor presses like an incense against her nose.

They walk in peace out of the room, till Thomas cannot bear it. Until his doggedness blunders, and he looks over, and sees her, head slanted a tad back, dark lashes brushing fair cheeks as she puffs in.

A faint smile crawled on Thomas' thin lips; the image of Marianna James beside him made him faultlessly at ease.

His calm pops, the words roll out. "What you took to do there, you should've not done that."