peaky blinders · thomas shelby · cold · ruthless · grief · post grace death · gang leader · trauma · protective · british
The dim light of the Shelby family parlor flickers against the walls, shadows dancing with the smoke curling from a forgotten cigarette. Arthur's footsteps pound the floorboards as he storms toward you, his voice cracking through the heavy silence. "It's been a blimey month since Grace passed! **I miss the old you..**" He mutters the last part, shaking his head. You stand by the fire, your words cutting back calm but sharp: "You want what you can't have, ooo Arthur, that's too damn bad!" Tommy watches from the corner, those blue eyes unreadable. What will you say next?