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WARNINGS: ANGST, BLOOD AND MENTION OF VIOLENCE

1914

PRIMROSES are what flooded the small foyer of the Dawkins home. Who were they from? Thomas Shelby and Luca Changretta. Men that weren't good with their words so they believed that sending Eden's favourite flowers was a grand apology. 
And did it work? 
No, Eden got rid of them. 
At first, she suggested that she should drown them in the cut, inviting the pair to come and witness it but no she didn't want to be near either of them. Celestine was against the idea of Eden burning flowers, claiming that was a bad omen so instead she got rid of them. 
Luca knew he shouldn't have talked to her in such a way, regarding her private escapades, and her private relationship with Thomas bloody Shelby but he couldn't help himself. For the last couple of days, he received an earful from his youngest brother who continuously checked in on his best friend, fearing that somehow the glass sliced her skin would leave her without a hand. 
Eden was fine, her hand might have been bandaged up, no splint needed, but that couldn't say the same about her heart, her mother did ask how she injured herself despite knowing because two small birdies informed her... 
Isaiah and Finn knew all and were willing to say anything with the small price of sweets. 
This in turn gave Tommy the idea of ensuring the two troublemakers were always around her, being his little spies, to see how she was doing and who she could be talking to. She turned him away at every chance, so how else would he find out what was happening to the woman that he stole his heart? 
And how else would he find out who was also knocking at her door whenever he wasn't around? 
Since he physically couldn't go everywhere and anywhere at once he came up with an idea, to get his best friend – not Freddie – Greta of course to have a friendly chat with the stubborn woman who avoided him with the quickness of a bloody quarter horse.
When Eden got the invitation to come to the Jurrosi household, to say she was irked, was an understatement. 
"Not to be rude Greta, why am I here?" she questioned.
Greta's eyes never left hers, "Thought we should talk."
Eden narrowed her gaze, sitting opposite the Italian woman, with a table between them, acting like a barrier just in case Eden lost her temper, not like she was prone to, but recently her mood fluctuated like the stock market. 
Eden tended to move like a snake, especially when she was analysing someone. The melancholic appearance of the other woman was the first thing that she noticed when she stepped into the house. Kitty, Greta's sister, let her in, greeting her with a tight-lipped smile before leaving for work, where their parents were. The Jurrosi home was slightly bigger than hers, presenting as homely, but there was something off about it, perhaps it was the lack of pictures on the walls or the plastic smell in the air, it just felt like a facade to her. 
So pale, she wanted to say, not to be rude, just at the slip of the tongue. Eden had known Greta for years, never speaking only exchanging glances or forced smiles but they knew more about the other from whispers around Small Heath. So when Eden saw the lack of colour on the usually tanned woman's complexion she was confused.
Eden caught the occasional sniffle or eye rub, but the coughing was apparent.
So she scooted forward and picked up her teacup and passed it over, watching as Greta fumbled with the handle before getting a good grip.