𝑳𝑨 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑼𝑺𝑬

𝑻𝑹𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬 𝑺𝑬𝑷𝑻

♱♱

𝟑𝒓𝒅 𝑷𝑶𝑽

The newly shared bedroom between Salomé and Tommy was quiet.
Faint sounds from the outside coming inside the room.
The only person filling up the bed was Salomé being that Tommy was out late handling business with his brothers.
The young woman just stared up at the ceiling, thinking. Salomé was thinking about her family back home and how she actually missed them.
The Blouin and Duplantier family was her normal, those people absorbed her day in and day out. Salomé knew nothing else ever since she was had moved to Small Heath.

Then there was Thomas Shelby, the big bad man she was made to stay away from and hate.
Salomé chuckled to herself remembering how she couldn't stand the man who now makes her body quivers when she looks into his eyes.
The way she would try to fend off his touch but now it's something she craves.
Tommy tried his best to break through Salomé's strong mold.
Who knew one night together would do it. Salomé should've seen it coming from the way he had soften up on her and how she had done the same, it wasn't she hadn't even noticed from herself.
Now, in some hours when the sun was out, Tommy and her father would be sitting down in the Garrison trying to have a civil conversation with one another.

Turning over on her side, she looks at the picture sitting on Tommy's dresser. Tommy looked so young and innocent in his military uniform, fresh before the war.
Salomé believed he looked handsome before and after the war.
A faint smile on her tired face as she stares at his picture.
"So you've always been this handsome Thomas Shelby." Salomé whispered to herself, admiring that side of Tommy.
Salomé eyes grew heavy as she stared at that picture, her view changing to young Tommy too darkness in time.

𝑳𝒆 𝒋𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒖𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒕

Salomé walks into the pub, seeing familiar faces.
The usual drinkers who had missed seeing and hearing the young men quickly greeted her.
"Salomé!" She saw her cousin Joannes waving her from the bar. Salomé said quick hello's to the drinkers before going up to her cousin.
"Joannes." Salomé gave her cousin the customary french greeting.

"So, how's the Shelby man treating my dear little cousin?" Joannes had his usual smirk on his face.
"Surprisingly, pretty well he's such a gentleman towards me." Salomé fawned over Tommy.
"Je n'aurais jamais pensé entendre ce mot utilisé pour lui.
(Never thought I would hear that word used for him.)"