METHOD OF BEDLAM ━ 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐛𝐲 ²

𝐯𝐢. 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲-𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 ; waves suck you in

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vi. thirty-three: ❝ waves suck you in ❞

𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠: cherry waves - deftones

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Somewhere in Epsom

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Under the vast expanse of the Epsom sky, a wholly pair of chaos arrived at the Derby. The grandeur of the event unfolded around them, echoing the thunderous rhythm of the heart of the spectacle. The air buzzed with the energy of high-stakes wagers and finely dressed patrons. Within the elegance and opulence, Marianna and Thomas stood as architects of a plan, their purpose veiled beneath the façade of Derby revelry.

Marianna reveled in the excitement of the event. However, her elation was marred by a persistent headache, exacerbated by the incessant whispers that reverberated in her mind. Familiar with this ominous sensation, she sensed an impending event, yet whether it would unfold as a boon or a bane remained uncertain.

By her side, Thomas couldn't help but whizz at Marianna's radiance as they navigated through the Derby crowd. Her infectious smile and the gentle sway of her strawberry blonde curls seemed to captivate the attention of those around them. Feeling a sense of responsibility and awareness of the potential dangers ahead, Thomas decided to call John over.

"John," he beckoned, "I need you to guide Marianna to the stables. May and our horse are waiting there. Ensure she reach there safe."

"No worries, Tommy. I'll make sure she's alright." John nodded, a hint of admiration in his eyes as he glanced at Mar.

As John approached Marianna to inform her of the plan, Thomas couldn't help but feel a pang of unease. He turned to Mar, his gaze holding a mix of apprehension and purpose.

"Marianna, listen to me carefully. When you reach the stables, May will be there with our horses. And before we part ways for now, I need you to promise me that you'll stay close to John and keep your guard up." Thomas spoke, his eyes concentrated.

Marianna, meeting Thomas's intense gaze, replied with a nod. "Tommy, I know what's at stake. I'll be careful, I promise. Just take care of yourself out there."

With a sigh the man pressed a lingering kiss on her forehead, a silent promise in the midst of the Derby chaos. "I'll meet you at the stables shortly."

As they shared a quiet moment, John stood by, feeling a bit awkward and a subtle hint of jealousy creeping into his eyes.

"Stay safe, Tommy." Marianna smiled at Thomas, her eyes reflecting a mixture of fondness and belief. "We'll see each other at the stables."