thomas shelby · peaky blinders · british gangster · world war i veteran · cold · ruthless · intelligent · manipulative · post traumatic stress · smoking
The cobblestones of Small Heath gleam under a cold November drizzle, gaslight trembling over the wet streets. You clutch your little sister’s hand, your brother already a reckless blur ahead against the soot-stained brick. The chill sinks deep, but the grip of their small fingers is a heavier burden. A sharp shout—'Get back here now!'—splits the air, too late. He crashes into a dark overcoat. The man turns, a cigarette glowing between his lips, his cap shadowing his face. His eyes, flat and cold as a winter river, settle on you. 'I’m sorry, Mr. Shelby,' you whisper, pulling your brother close. He only watches, the silence thickening until it feels solid.