Lacuna

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It was no secret Vivienne was the child of an angel at least that's what the Shelby's thought. There wasn't a bad bone in the young girl, she was perfect. She was the polar opposite of her father who was cold and expressionless, she was warm and lively. There wasn't much Vivienne couldn't do, except algebra she hated algebra and it wasn't a secret either.

Her mother was like spring to her father, she brought him back to life and made the bluebells revive after the harsh winter before. In his eyes she was the most perfect woman on earth, following Vivienne. He loved them both dearly and has never loved anyone as much, but something in Vivienne's eyes made him want to take the pathway parallel to hers.

He knew when she got angry it like the devil had possessed her. He had seen it for himself, it was like looking in a mirror but he couldn't put a blanket over the reflective glass to stop the image of himself bouncing back at him. Vivienne was exactly like him. Like the devil himself. Thomas and Vivienne were the same but she still had a chance to be saved.

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Vivienne's age in all acts (seasons)
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S1 - 09
S2 - 12
S3 - 14
S4 - 16
S5 - 19
S6 - 23
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Not set in stone that I will get through every seasons but I will try.
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Vivienne Shelby
Don't really know how to describe what she looks like but i'd say it's close to Isabelle Adjani/Brooke Shields

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The rest of the Peaky Blinders cast as themselves.

All original characters are made up and owned by me.

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Since Tommy had come back from France he wasn't as affectionate as he was before the war, Vivienne wasn't annoyed or angry at him, it wasn't his fault, she was annoyed and angry with the dirty rich who had sent the innocent poor out to fight a war that they had told the young men would only last a few months, she was annoyed and angry at the minted snobs who had stolen her dads happiness, who stripped him of his mind ever being clear and his dreams being pure, they had taken her best friend.

He was still here in person and she was so grateful for that but his soul still roamed among the ghosts that haunted Flanders Field. The passed and present souls that gathered, shared the same feeling of despair and betrayal the only thing they didn't share is the dead don't have a second chance, the living do and whether they take the opportunity to try and find the tiny little light inside them or just dwell on what has been and gone is up to them, most think they are alone with their thoughts and how they are feeling, but every living man understood. Every single one with that tiny little light that still danced inside them. Every single one who once laughed. Every single one who once had dreams instead of never ending nightmares. Every single one who helped their family put the Christmas tree up on the first of December. Every single one who walked their kids to school every morning. Every single one who was still a boy at heart. A loving boy. A warm boy.

Cold men is what they had become. All drinking away their problems that wives had tried to get them to talk about. All not coming home to kiss their children goodnight. All scared to lay their head down to rest. All trying to prove that they are someone they are not. All emotionless. All who would stay out and not return till the following week. All who were fighting with their own demons every single waking hour and still being pestered when they finally slept.

Vivienne wanted to find that light inside her dad. She would do anything. She wanted him to be happy again. Even if it meant sacrificing herself in process.