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snowinabottle · 8 months

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✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . @peakyblinder : ❛ 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗 ' 𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚠𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚒𝚏 𝚠𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 ? ❜

𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐊𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐔𝐌𝐄 . a scent that had become familiar whenever time was shared , even years ago ( a time that seemed like a long lost dream ) . there was little affection for delving in what ifs , for fantasizing about withered opportunities . reality was rarely of a kind nature and neither was thomas shelby . what was the point in digging up old wounds , picking on poorly healed flesh ? ? a sigh leaves red lips as the younger woman wraps her coat back around her shoulders - to at least protect herself from the biting cold that would await outside their previously shared room . ❝ awful . ❞ , amelia repeats with a low voice , almost as if she was gauging the meaning behind his words .

there is always a meaning to what he says , so she thinks . calculating in each and every step , choosing every word with the mind of a chess player planning his next move . there must be more to their scandalous affair than reviving nostalgia . ❝ i was not aware that your feelings towards me were ever that deep . ❞ there is no spite in what the noble says , but rather the knowledge that this man only ever cared for one woman ( and that was , to her experience , not amelia ) .

#peakyblinder #✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . answered ask . 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎 #✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . v / peaky blinders . 𝚐𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚘𝚛𝚎 #✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . arc / peaky blinders . 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝟺 #this should work with season 4 #i really need to re read our MASSIVE plot #but anyway #after amelia came back from america #and the changretta war took off #somewhen in this chaos #watch me crying over this

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snowinabottle · 8 months

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✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . @lovepurposed : ❛ 𝚒 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚒 𝚊𝚖 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒 ’ 𝚖 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎 . 𝚒 ’ 𝚖 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 . ❜ / 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚕 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗

𝐈𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐘 . a terrible joke , intended to hurt and cause her heart to tremble under the weight of words he could not feel himself anymore . numb to anything but his eternal hunger , all he had left was to stop and stare , watch time pass by like a shooting star on a pitch black night sky . oh , howl had always been good with words . sweet and sugar coated , whispered when no one else dared to listen . maybe whatever once grew between them was dead and rotten , yet something , somehow still tried to desperately urge its way outside the witches chest . a spark that would , one day , burn her alive . ❝ you have always been a man of many faces . ❞ cold and distanced , self protective when , in truth , the walls amelia hid behind were made of glass .

gloved fingers unusually stiff , trying their best not to cling onto the noble fabric of her robe as doe eyes take in the sight of a former lover . dead and rotten , a voice inside her head repeats over and over again . nothing to save , nothing to keep . heartless . she knew . everyone did . ❝ but did you ever truly know who you really are , or is there nothing underneath all these masquerades ? ? ❞

#lovepurposed #✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . answered ask . 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎 #✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . v / howls moving castle . 𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜 #thank you sm for this #i missed them & writing with you <3

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