ii. seven: ❝ the mind can make up whatever it wants ❞
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𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠: oral - Björk & ROSALÍA
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Tommy Shelby awoke from his slumber, his first instinct being to seek the warmth of the woman who brought solace to his demons. Yet, the absence of Marianna engulfed him like a suffocating fog, leaving him grasping at the remnants of their fleeting connection.
Anxiety gripped him as he pondered her departure, wondering if their encounter was destined to remain a mere memory. With a heavy heart, he found solace in Marianna's note, a bittersweet reminder of the life he had chosen and the sacrifices that came with it.
Resolute in his determination to honor her wishes, Tommy steeled himself for the challenges ahead, knowing that his path forward lay in securing his legacy and embracing the uncertainty of the future.
As Tommy sat at the kitchen stool, the soft glow of morning sunlight filtering through the curtains, he reached for his cigarette, the flame of his lighter casting fleeting shadows across his features. With practiced precision, he lit the cigarette, the smoke curling lazily around him like a ghostly wisp.
His gaze wandered to his coat draped over the kitchen counter, a silent sentinel bearing witness to the events of the previous night. With a sense of purpose, Tommy delved into the depths of his coat pocket, retrieving a glimmering sapphire nestled within his palm. The jewel gleamed under the dim light, a reminder of the troubled web of coalitions he had faced yesterday—a world momentarily overshadowed by the unexpected reappearance of a woman in his life.
The memory of Marianna lingered in his mind, her presence still palpable despite her absence and his efforts to push them away. He had intended to give her the sapphire, a token of his affection and a promise of a future together. But her note had shattered his plans, redirecting his course with a single stroke of her pen.
Taking a drag from his cigarette, Tommy savoured the bitter taste on his tongue, the smoke swirling around him in a hazy embrace. With a furrowed brow, he set down the cup of tea, its warmth forgotten in the wake of his thoughts.
With a decisive motion, Tommy shrugged into his coat, the fabric enveloping him like a protective shield against the uncertainties that awaited him outside. He knew where he needed to go next—the jeweller. The sapphire in his possession held the promise of influence, a tool to wield in the delicate dance of power and manipulation.
