Already Broken (Thomas Shelby)

Chapter 1 - Reunion

This - is for speaking in a language other th en English
This is for singing

1919

Elvaira sat rigidly in the chair by the table of her aunt and uncle's house. It was a early dinner as the two said the had some buisness to attend to which was fine by her, that just meant she could sneak away to the fair that was a town over where no one knew her true name. A place she was free even just for a moment. "While we are gone we expect you to behave yourself Elvaira. Perhaps this meeting could lead to your marriage and pity the poor man who would have to deal with you." Her aunt Ester said with disdain clear in her voice, not even bothering to hide it.

Elvaira's dark eyes casted downward, wondering how someone could speak so poorly of their kin but by now she was used to it, she was never pleasing them and only caused arguments. "You would think five years would have changed you. Taking you away from that filth filled place and those...people." Ester said with a shudder.

That's what pushed Elvaira over the edge, not taking the cruelty of her aunts words any longer. She stood up quickly, the chair toppling over behind her and her eyes blazed with anger. "Don't you dare talk about my home that way!" She snapped before glaring between the two. "And don't talk about my family either!" Elvaira yelled in Romani, the language of the Rome gypsies, of her family and people. Roger, who was Elvaira's uncle, slammed his hand down of the table. "Do not speak that language here!" He bellowed at her.

Elvaira's eyes widening as she looked at him. "Five years, five fucking years of our life wasted. You will marry and you'll be a obedient wife, though I don't think you know what that word means. You will never be a lady, you are nothing more then a witch." Roger said with anger. "Go and sit in your room, I don't want to see or hear you till we get home." Elvaira wouldn't even attempt at arguing and just turned on her heels, walking towards the room she occupied. Her kind were always looked down on, she knew that but family doing it to you was a whole new pain.

Meanwhile Johnny Dogs had dragged Thomas along to Ireland, not explaining much to the man except they were going to meet a young lady's guardians. "This better not be a waste of my time." Tommy said absently as he smoked a cigarette, his blue eyes flickering around the terrain. "Trust me Tommy, it's worth it. I'll bring you to the fair and get the first meeting out of the way but I'll need ya for the second one." Johnny told him. He knew the first meeting wasn't going to go well when Ester and Roger learned it was him coming for his sister not a suiter. Thomas just made a humming sound, not asking much questions as he assumed this was a girl Johnny had taken to and wished to marry, while yes Johnny did love her it wasn't in the manner Thomas thought, not in the manner Thomas had felt about this very woman.

The time seemed to drag on till she heard the door shut and the car pulling away from the house, meaning that they had left at last for this meeting. Elvaira changed quickly into a more simple dress, a dress she brought from home and hide away so Ester wouldn't get a hold of it. Not bothering with shoes she crept silently towards the front door and towards her freedom, she was sure that one of the workers had to have seen her at least once but was greatful that no one said anything it they did.

The fair was in a open field but not far enough to where she couldn't make it there by walking, yet it was still off the road enough that she wouldn't be found. She raced towards the only thing that kept the woman going, the sound of the music reaching her ears. A smile and happy laugh, bubbling past her lips as she dodged around people, finding the music that played. A few frequent goers of the fair noticed and recognized the woman, a man giving a whistle to the fairs favorite dancer.