THE WILDEST OF THEM ALL - a Peaky Blinders fanfiction
-IN WHICH all sorts of things happen, at home and outside, every day, but Darcy doesn't recall having ever thought that in the life she had there was particularly bad. Life was like that, that's...
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Darcy winced when Ada pressed the cold cloth against her cheek. It stung, the blue color of her skin had grown, puffed up from the rest. They were alone, Ada was afraid of going over next door to pick up Karl looking like that. The two sisters sat on the divan, close to each other, tending after the other's wounds. After her, Darcy did Ada, wiping away the blood and the leftover tears from her sister's face.
"It's not that bad, Ada." Darcy said, noticing the grey cloud in her sister's expression.
"I've got a job, Cece," She protested, frowning, "I can't step foot out of this house like this."
"It'll heal quickly."
"You don't know that."
The teenager snorted, and raising her eyebrows asked, "D'you remember when I got a rock thrown in me face?"
"'Course," The Shelby woman chuckled, pity, that same pity visible on her face, "I was the one to stitch you up."
"And why exactly? Cause lord knows you had no idea what you were doin'."
"I did! I—"
"—You took a first-aid class one time, yeah, yeah I know." Darcy cut her off, shaking her head, "Too bad you were a giggling machine, Ada, maybe it wouldn't have hurt so much if you didn't get thrown out before learning somethin'."
Darcy lifted the cloth off her sister's lips, and she could finally speak again,
"At least I know how to stop someone from choking, Missis!"
"Not as much as stitching, though."
They sat for a little while, in silence, smiling. Ada was elsewhere, but Darcy, she was staring at her older sister's bruises, thinking. Always thinking. She looked around, a little rathole, this too, Ada was always staying in ratholes. After a little while, she raised her hand and brushed her fingers along Ada's cheek, from her brows to her chin.
"I think—..that's what we are for," She said, catching her sister's gaze, "Collecting our brothers' spoils, so that they can stand again and avenge us. Feel bigger and all.."
"We get the punches while they get to worry," Ada sighed, incredulous, "Used to be the opposite."
Ada seemed to make peace with the new aspect, as if she didn't just boast about shooting the balls off of both her attackers' and her brothers'. She stood and walked away to make some tea, leaving Darcy to her thoughts, which—considering the circumstances—wasn't the best idea. She had so much more in mind, and she wasn't angry at 'Carlo' or 'Alfó' or the other men, but at the ones who dared put hands on her sister.
"I will admit I was a little shocked to hear someone yell 'AA-DAA' from below, especially after all this, but I knew it was you." She called from the kitchen, the sound of the kettle clinking, scratching Darcy's ears. "Why didn't you say you were comin'?"
