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iv. twenty-three: ❝ love's no problem in my hands ❞
𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠: hey lover! - wabie
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Somewhere in Birmingham
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In the rustic ambiance of Charlie's yard, inside the horse stable, Marianna moved with a natural grace that seemed to mirror the quiet strength of the horse beside her. The dim light filtered through the wooden slats, casting a warm glow on Mar as she worked her augury with the horse.
May, curious about Marianna's purpose inside the stable, couldn't help but inquire. "If you don't mind me asking, what is Marianna doing inside with the horse?"
"It's a trick she does with horses under her care to keep them alive and strong and obedient." Thomas, always protective of Mar's expertise, shared a glimpse of her unique skill set.
The words hung in the air, carrying a sense of mystery and the respect of Thomas Shelby for Marianna James, and it piqued May's interest even more.
As the moments passed, the stable door creaked open, and Mar emerged with the horse by her side. The creature, now a picture of poise and obedience, walked beside her as if they shared a silent language. The spectators, including May, were captivated by the woman gracefully leading the obedient horse.
"Meet our prized possession. With Marianna's guidance, I believe we've found a champion." Thomas, with a glint of pride in his eyes, motioned towards the horse.
May scrutinized the steed with a discerning eye. "She looks to be in excellent condition, considering she hasn't been out on the gallops."
"Curly is the finest horseman in England." Mar, standing confidently beside the horse, responded.
"I have a man named Mickey who'd argue the point." May countered.
The James woman chuckled, with a hint of humor in her reply. "Well, I'm sure Mickey is a fine horseman, but Curly has a way with them that's nothing short of magic. You'll see, May."
Thomas nodded thoughtfully, adding, "Curly here is practically half horse himself."
"Mar has done a brilliant job," Curly interjected. "She's blessed. Very blessed."
"Well, she's from the best stock." May remarked.
"But I'd rather have a colored pony. Mixed blood is stronger." Curly noted.
"My father won't agree that much, Curly." Mar commented as she ran a hand through the mare's hair.
"Right, not to win the Derby, Curly." Thomas concurred, looking at the woman subtly.
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Fanfiction❝And I love you; for that, I vow that my absence will plague you for the rest of your cursed days. ❞ Tommy Shelby x female!oc Peaky Blinders season two, [completed] book two in the 'method of' series © MsBoookesh Started: 11.01.22 Finished: 01.14.24
