Tom Branson will stoop to low standards for his favourite band, Sybil Crawley hasn't properly slept in way-too-long, and Thomas Barrow unabashedly takes advantage of everyone and everything for the sake of fifty measly quid. There are no morals at uni. Modern AU; warning for fluff!

Behold my contribution to the 2014 Branson St. Valentine's Day Fic Exchange! This is a part two to Kiss From A Stranger, set on the morning after Sybil Crawley becomes Sybil Branson-much to Tom's delight (and thank you, Thomas!)-and is the first of three parts. Beware of romance and smut, and some minor my-OTP-is-beautiful feels. A present for the lovely cassiemortmain :)

Florence is awash in the work of artists reveling in the new birth of the Renaissance, and in this tide of art and culture, one young noblewoman is struggling against the currents of family and duty. Only Tom Branson can help her, and he just might be her ticket away from this life which permits no freedom to the intelligent, independent Sybil Crawley. Rated M for future smut.

Tom comes home from work to find that Sybil has planned a surprise that will quite literally take their breath away. Shameless smut because I'm back with my fandoms, and if that isn't reason to celebrate, I don't know what is.

Something unexpected, unanticipated, and entirely unforeseen is revealed in the wake of icy-cold water and a gruesome murder. A gift for someone special xxx

Two souls converge in hell on earth, amidst bloody limbs, charred fingers, angry words, and clacking keys. He has no more trust to give-except, perhaps, to someone with the keys to his salvation. She might be just what he needs-or she might bring about his downfall. Only time will tell.