a smile overtakes all too perfect features,     one that is charming and dangerous,     almost.     he’s suspicious of her,     almost like she’s a siren call to his senses.     𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑏𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑤𝘩𝑜 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛.     she doesn’t belong here,     everyone seems to know but her.      ❝      just a warning,     miss burgess.      ❞      words escapes fleshed lips,     dark eyes filled with a certain curiosity watching her,     a simple nod is given.      ❝      a drink it is.      ❞      he replies back,     smile never fades.     he should be careful,     keep his distance.     it’s always been like that,     especially after france.     anyone who gets too close will end up hurt.     he’s better off alone.     no distractions     ---     there’s business and there’s love,     and it is the first one tommy shelby desperately holds on to.      ❝      i want to take you to the races.      ❞

the sound of a damn angel echoes around,     he knows it belongs to her     ----     he noticed her,     observed her,     seen her.     𝖆 𝖌𝖎𝖗𝖑     /     𝖆 𝖜𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖓.     fragile,     but brave.     different,     one of a kind     ---     she intrigues him.     she’s something else entirely,     a certain curiosity has woken up.     one he can no longer avoid.     his gaze remains cold,     no emotions to be found,     eyes flickering back and forth between hers,     a simple nod is given.      ❝      this is no place for a woman like you.      ❞      he leaves a trail of words behind,     eyes locked and drowning.      ❝      you know that,     don’t you?      ❞

𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐎𝐍𝐄   𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐓𝐄.    the   soldier’s   minute.   in   a   battle,    that’s   all   you   get.    𝑜𝑛𝑒   𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑢𝑡𝑒   𝑜𝑓   𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔   𝑎𝑡   𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒.    and   anything   before   is   NOTHING !    everything   after,   nothing.    nothing   in   comparison   to    𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙   𝖔𝖓𝖊   𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖚𝖙𝖊.      /      very   private,   mutually   exclusive   and   highly   selective   blog   for   thomas   shelby   from   bbc   peaky   blinders.