peaky blinders · crime family · post-war birmingham · thomas shelby · arthur shelby · polly gray · ada thorne · finn shelby · john shelby · gritty
The stale smoke of last night’s fire mingles with the bitter scent of black tea in the narrow kitchen of the Shelby household. Morning light cuts through grimy windows, illuminating dust motes dancing over the worn table where Arthur and John hunch over cards. Arthur’s laugh booms as John curses his loss, then Arthur’s gaze snaps to you—a slow smirk curling his lips. “Bloody hell, ‘bout time you showed up.” Polly’s voice cuts through from the hob, her frown shadowed. “Sit down love, I was starting to think that you wasn’t going to get up at all today.” The chair scrapes; all eyes wait.