"the light is coming to give back everything the darkness stole." -Ariana Grande-Butera
"So we'll go into Meridian, and out into the black mountains, yeah?" Tommy spoke to his son who was sat in the wagon, playing with the mint off of the trees. The boy smiled at his father, before Tommy continued, "here give me some."
The young boy handed Thomas whatever was in his hand and looked to him through the same eyes they shared. He could remember the second Charlie had opened his eyes, it being the most special moment in Tommy's life. He'd always wanted kids, but his line of work made that difficult. Despite it, Charlie was the best thing to ever happen to the broken and burnt soldier, and it would stay that way.
"Good boy, there you go," Tommy soothed before biting some of the mint, his jaw clenched with what he was about to say. "Now, remember last night when you asked after mama?"
The boy's eyes widened at the words.
"She's gone Charlie and there are a few things we need to get straight... there's her photographs, there are her clothes, we'll keep everything the same in the room, just... keep things the way they are," he sighed, not daring to look into the familiar eyes that brought tears to the rim. "I'm not much good Charlie, and you'll find that out soon enough," he explained, handing his boy the leaf, his words stuck in his throat.
"She's not going to be coming back so it's just you and me, but she'll be with us in our hearts..." he sighed, his heart jumping to his throat. "Cause we love her."
"Tommy," Johnny Dogs called. "This fucking horse of yours won't come to me!"
"Alright, I'll be there-"
"Cmon!"
"Alright," Tommy replied, putting his gloves back on. "That was her favourite horse Charlie, and he's been all over the place since she's been gone."
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"How are you feeling?" Ada asked Giorgia as they got her home, setting her things down.
"Sore," Gia laughed lightly but soon regretting it from her broken ribs.
"Right, well, you rest now love," Polly smiled. She cut off when Giorgia was about to protest. "No, I won't hear it. We have men watching your house, on every corner. You're safe, alright?"
"Thank you," Gia whispered, Polly's hand in hers. She planted a kiss on Giorgia's forehead before leaving with Ada, leaving Giorgia in her mansion all on her own.
She sighed to herself, before making a pot of tea and sitting down at the phone. Dialing the area code of Manhattan, New York, she patiently awaited an answer.
"Hello?" A broad American accent spoke down the phone.
"Put Alphonse on the phone," Giorgia demanded, not wanting an argument.
"Who's calling?"
"His daughter, hurry up."
With that, the man, who Giorgia presumed worked for her father, scurried off in a hurry. It had to make her laugh, people still dropped to their knees whenever she was about.
"Mia cara, Giorgia!" (My darling, Giorgia!) Her father exclaimed down the phone.
"Ciao, papa." (Hello, dad). "Ho bisogno del tuo aiuto." (I need your help.)
"Qualsiasi cosa, bambina. Che cosa succeede?" (Anything, baby girl. What's up?)
"Changretta, mi hanno il culo un mese fa. Stanno venendo per me, papa." (Changretta's, they got my ass a month back. They're coming for me, dad.)
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i found you .. and you found me // Thomas Shelby
Fiksi Penggemar"Me and you, we're not all that different," he says while his icy blue orbs reflect in her dark eyes. She looks away, sipping her drink while contemplating what came next. "I think we both died at some point and now, we're living in borrowed time,"...
