floralnette
Art, like love, does not ask permission. It rises... raw and unruly from the gut, from the instinct, from the ache of being alive.
May knows this the way like she knows how to breathe. It comes to her the same way Tommy does: uninvited, unrelenting, never soft. Her chest gets too full of words and sorrow and fury and the electric hum she feels when Tommy looks at her like she's the storm and the shelter both.
Love, art- they come the same way. Wild. Wordless. And always too much.
(thomas shelby x female original character)
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