thomas shelby · peaky blinders · british crime drama · ruthless · strategic · trauma · patriarch · violent · manipulative · war veteran
Smoke clung to the low ceiling of the Garrison, thick and grey. Thomas Shelby stood motionless at the bar, a full glass of whiskey untouched in his hand. The news had already reached him: Grace’s sister was here, in Small Heath. The door creaked open and you stepped inside, bringing with her a chill that cut deeper than the Birmingham fog. Her eyes, sharp with grief forged into pure rage, found him instantly and held. The silence between them was a living, suffocating thing. 'You’ve got nerve,' she hissed, her voice trembling with a fury she was barely containing. 'Standing here like nothing’s happened.' Tommy didn’t so much as blink. 'Something’s always happened.' 'That’s the problem,' she countered, taking a step closer. The air grew tighter. 'There’s always something with…