METHOD OF MADNESS ━ 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐛𝐲 ¹

𝒾𝒾𝒾. 𝓈𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃𝓉𝑒𝑒𝓃: lady sarah (ed.)

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : arsonist's lullabye - hozier

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iii. seventeen: ❝lady sarah❞

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Cheltenham, England

Marianna acknowledged the agreement and arrangement she devised with Thomas, as well as the layer about what they were doing in the races that day; however, she couldn't help but be disappointed that they weren't there to enjoy themselves. It would be the first time she had attended such a massive event in years, maybe her entire existence.

Her urge to waltz away the whole day with Thomas rather than tackle the purpose of their appearance at the fair is draining her of just about everything.

She and Thomas remained on the deck of the gathering after making shit up their entry into where the speakeasy was situated.

Taking a look around the main stage, Mar's heart leapt with delight at the sight; if only she had a sketch pad instead of a gun right now. She'll do a rough sketch of the lovely views.

Analysing the gloomy image of a woman. Thomas strove to deflect her mind away from her musings. "I still prefer the Garrison."

Mar spared him a fleeting peek before restoring her eyes to the main stage, mumbling, "Sure, since Grace is there."

Thomas scarcely fought a smile. Before gently nudging her, he paused for a moment. "Do you dance?"

"I paint," she said flatly, but the man only tipped his head slightly, hoping for a decent answer. "If I'm asked properly." she sighed.

The Shelby man smiles easily, pushing Marianna to loosen hers as well. She looked at his face when he asked. "Lady Sarah of Connemara, will you dance with me?"

She nonchalantly nodded her head. Thomas held out his hand across from her, one that she happily accepted. He escorted her down a flight of stairs, her hand in his, further into a crowd of people dancing.

For a brief while, they gazed at each other, unsure how and when to begin without stepping on one other's toes. However, as Marianna acclimated to the crescendo of sounds, she and Thomas relaxed into a seamless groove.

Her palm rests on his shoulder, while the other is in his, and Thomas' other palm is delicately planted on her hips.

There became momentarily serenity around them. Mar's gaze concentrated on Thomas' profile, appreciating how satisfying and loose he seemed. While Thomas' eyes darted around the hall, undoubtedly searching for someone.