You know you got to be all kind. Can't mind my muddy water, keep it hid. Oh Louise, the sweet.

Blue hour: The period of time just before sunrise or just after sunset when the sun casts a diffuse light from below the horizon and the sky takes on a vivid blue tone. Or just the exact moment where something ends. . ₊ ⊹ . ₊˖ . ₊ . ₊ ⊹ . ₊˖ . ₊ . ₊ ⊹ . ₊˖ . ₊ . ₊ ⊹ . ₊˖ . ₊ Cillian Murphy x OC

❝ London smelled of rain and coal. It was heavier than she imagined, colder, quieter. But there was something in Elena that refused to bend to new places. She'd learned long ago that silence and fear never built futures. Late summer of 1920 brought with it not only the quiet beginning of autumn, but also a wind of change, one that carried the scent of dust, sea, and destiny all the way from Mexico to London. It didn't take long for word to reach Thomas Shelby about the new woman in business. A foreigner, they said. A widow. Someone who spoke with an accent that turned heads and worked with a quiet efficiency. Because men like Tommy didn't notice easily. But he noticed her. The way her voice carried conviction. The way her hands, though small, never trembled. The way she looked him in the eye, not as a man to fear, but as one to challenge. She came to London chasing work and a better life. He found in her a fire he thought long gone. And neither of them knew that by the end of that autumn, the wind of change would burn through everything they thought they controlled. ❞ Thomas Shelby x oc 🐦‍⬛

I stand alone without beliefs, the only truth I know is you. ~Indian OC X Thomas Shelby~