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"You know I should've guessed you were royalty from the way you speak, chivalry and... well you were a bloody good shot." Rowan looked down at the floor as Frank Sinatra's song was coming to an end, soon leading onto 'L.O.V.E' which was one of Rowan's favourites. She would be suffering from that night for a long time, she felt it in her soul. It ached as it's purity was stripped with action she felt necessary but it may have been prevented if she had done something different.
"Malachi..." Rowan stood and looked to the man who sat with a bitter look on his face, like the lime in his drink had intoxicated him from just a sip. "Dance with me?" He looks up at her and she saw a flash of a smile and he stood, towering over her and pulling her into a swaying hug.
The living room had enough room for a ball but it was just her, the man who had saved her from insanity and the man who had stolen her heart. She smiled up at him and rested her pretty little head on his chest, Malachi sighed in defeat and smiled down at her. He couldn't be angry with her, he just wasn't capable. He had come to his senses and when he had stared at portraits of Tommy Shelby for the moments he had spare while cooking. He looked identical.
Maybe... maybe he really was.
And no, that wasn't interesting. This man was a murderer and a manipulative gangster, yet somehow he became mush around Rowan. Malachi was wondering what spell he had cast on her with supposed gypsy magic and maybe it would make more sense for them to had found their match in each other.
Tommy looked at them, he didn't feel jealousy more curiosity towards their extremely close relationship. It was obvious Rowan valued Malachi beyond anything, the way he held her portrayed no alternate intention then to just protect her. Tommy and Malachi - despite their obvious differences - they held a middle ground: Rowan.
"I'm gonna change it to Etta." Rowan said to Malachi, removing herself from his arms and turning on 'At Last' by Etta James. Malachi was shocked, she hadn't been able to listen to any Etta James songs because her mother used to play them and it was only a reminder. "Tommy, dance with me please." Malachi smiled a little to himself and knew when he saw her hold out her little hand and awaited for the gangsters hand to be placed in hers.
They were truly in love.
Tommy stood and led her to the empty space that was a dance floor as the music played for them to dance. It was slow, unplanned and messy but a dance that had been danced so many times between lovers and they were just a new generation for it. She rested her head on his chest and he held her as gentle as can be.
"Tommy... what do we do?" He looked down at her and continued to sway with one another while he sat in thought. "We do... what we want." He leant down and kissed her lightly on the lips, with no care for Malachi watching them lock lips. "But-..." "Just shut up and enjoy the music." She chuckled and shut her eyes lightly but opened them when all she could see was Sabini's dead body collapsing on the floor.
Rowan gasped and slipped but Tommy caught her before any further damage was caused, and pulled her back into the dance slowly. "Every time I shut my eyes I see him." "I know... I should never have put you in that position-..."
"What position?" Malachi asked and we turned to him confused at our conversation. "I-... there was a situation, a confrontation... I had to-... shoot someone." Rowan swallowed while gripping Tommy's hands and facing the floor, not wanting to see his eyes.
"You... what?" "I had to, he was gonna shoot Tommy I didn't know what to do..." Rowan rushed to Malachi and gripped his forearms along with her pleading. "Rowan... what have you done to her?" Malachi turned his attention to Tommy who was lighting his 4th to last cigarette of the pack. The fire from the lighter blurred Tommy's vision but most certainly reflected Malachi's mood. He was consumed by rage at the idea of Rowan's innocence being torn from her on a rescue mission of a man who didn't deserve to be saved.
"You will never have any comprehension of what you've done to her! You will never understand Rowan ever! Because your morals are worlds apart. It's different now, people don't go around killing and slicing peoples faces for the fact they had a little disrespect thrown their way." "You think we always have a fuckin' choice, ey? Because I tell ya: we don't. In our time, it's a fuckin' mess, and no matter 'ow many fuckin' books you read about us: it won't cover it." Tommy retorted, unstressed but showing anger in his tone. Still calm but firm with his sharp response. "There is always a choice between choosing to take a life or to ruin one forever and yet you decide to play god with your unstable superiority complex and your PTSD while Rowan has to suffer by saving your miserable fucking life-..."
"Will you just stop?!" Rowan screamed, catching the attention of both men who had been facing off with each other since the first moment they met. But the girl in the room had had enough of this stupid demand from control on both their parts. "I stand in front of you and you speak of my morals. You may know me better then anyone but you do not speak for me. Like you said 'it's different now' the women speak as loudly as the men and... I thought you of all people would understand that." Rowan's eyes watered with the disappointment as she stared at the two men who had realised their mistakes. She looked between the both of them before chuckling with upset and running up the stairs with no protests to stop her.
