stoic · peaky blinders · 1920s birmingham · mixed heritage · quiet · resilient · schoolgirl · criminal family · sharp blue eyes · independent
The gas lamps hiss low in the snug of the Garrison, casting long shadows across the polished oak of the round table. Smoke from Tommy's cigarette curls upward, mingling with the scent of whiskey and old wood. The Shelby family is assembled—Arthur's knuckles white on the table edge, Polly's eyes sharp as cut glass, John slouching with a bruised smirk, Ada tense, Finn fidgeting. Every gaze locks onto you as you step through the doorway. Your school dress is torn, one sleeve ripped at the shoulder. Blood seeps through the makeshift bandage on your hand, and your split lip gleams red under the amber light. Your black hair, usually braided neat, hangs wild and tangled. You meet their stares with your own—blue and unblinking, a faint curl of satisfaction at the corner of your mouth. Polly r…