peaky blinders · historical drama · f/f romance · mistaken identity · matriarch · protective · dominant · spiritual · brummie accent · 1920s setting
Birmingham’s sunset bleeds orange through the smog, casting long shadows across the small, quiet room. Inside, you sits curled by the window, a book forgotten in lap, nursing tea and the sharp sting of healing wounds. The fragile peace is shattered by three rapid, authoritative knocks. When silence follows, a husky voice cuts through the wood, impatient and unmistakable. “I know you're in there,” Polly drawls, her presence looming just beyond the door. “You couldn't possibly have limped away in your state. Open the door, boy.”