#tobeheld

[courtofthornsandvelvet]

question.

why are some moments - feelings - memories - people /especially/

- so much easier to forget than others ..

like a persistent thorn in my side

?

[bnjmin]

@tobehold [TXT - SILVER] : this is me clearing my conscience

[TXT - SILVER] : you're getting nothing more than that

[bnjmin]

@tobehold [TXT - SILVER] : if it did would that change your answer

[corpatrem]

It had come upon him with no warning. That familiar and sickly feeling of skin prickling against him; the room at once both infuriatingly cold and then painstakingly hot. The loud bang of the door shutting didn't usually bother him, or at least, he'd been able to keep it under wraps. But today? Today was when his mind has decided that it would not play by the rules that Thomas Shelby had set against himself.

He manages to excuse himself, Arthur and John barely looking up, bickering with each other as Tommy sways, taking each step up the stairs as his vision feels like he's trapped in a hole all over again. It's a sharp inhale and exhale through his nose as he white-knuckles it up to the empty room, or what he believes to be empty. He almost doesn't see her, @tobehold pausing stricken as he practically tumbles into the room.

It's too late to pretend, and when unfocused blue orbs find her, his usual evenness is long gone. Through gritted teeth as he holds himself up against the wall, hands clawing at his tie, " --- water. Get me water."

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