[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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Eloise blinked her eyes several times as she looked at the elated face before her. She'd tried to listen to the important aspects of May Carleton's conversation, however, for the most part, Eloise was done with May's fawning.
"I can't believe the Iron Siren is in my home, my home." May sighed with great satisfaction.
Eloise let her eyes wander off to the side, "No one refers to me by that title out loud, just in the papers, for fluff and flowering." She thought.
"I- I'm sorry you must be ti-"
Before May could finish her sentence, the doors to the parlor flew open. At first, the startle May hopped to her feet and then with a soft roll of her eyes she seated herself. "You will excuse our very rude guest, Miss Grace." May uttered in mild annoyance.
Thomas tried to hide his shock at the sound of a painfully beautiful name.
May clicked her tongue in distaste, "I am housing her because I wish to and it is a delight, not because it was you who asked. You will not barge into my home unannounced whenever you'd like." she spoke sourly.
"Put your claws away May. I called ahead of time and no one answered." Thomas stated calmly.
Eloise's ears perked at that voice, and turning lightly in her seat she looked over her shoulder.
"It's you," said Eloise, neither surprised nor overwhelmingly pleased. Her voice demanded answers to the questions in her head. Questions he'd now added to.
Thomas' brows raised slightly, "Grace is your?" He squinted slightly, "surname? I assume? It's very odd indeed." he said.
Eloise gave a curt answer, "It is." She stood to her feet and folded her arms over her chest, a narrow glare taking over her sharp features. "Why am I looking at your face, Chevalier?" She asked.
Thomas scoffed as he fought off a smile, "Is there something wrong with my face?" He asked a simper in his words.
May rolled her eyes again, it was a flirtation, if a poor one and she wasn't going to be left mortified at his treatment of one of her favorite singers. "I will go tell Jianna to prepare dinner for three." She hummed.
"Make it two," Thomas called out, reaching into his breast pocket he pulled out a rather thick envelope.
May's eyes fell on it instantly as she made her way over. Thomas' eyes cutting into her, they read "Don't be difficult."
"What is this?" May asked carefully taking to paper package.
"A thank you for your trouble, that in there, could be an all-expenses paid holiday, including the four-day trip on the RMS Majestic, bound for New York," Thomas said.
May's face both paled and hardened like a stone as she swallowed back the urge to speak out of turn. "Why am I being sent away?" she asked.
"For your safety," Thomas spoke in a deep intake of air.
