"ONCE UPON A TIME
AN ANGEL AND A
DEVIL FELL IN LOVE."
PEAKY BLINDERS
THOMAS SHELBY x OC
PRE-SEASON 1 - ?
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".... all the devils are here."
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DELILAH WAS FUMING AS SHE MARCHED HER WAY THROUGH THE streets of Small Heath, tears of anger and hurt threatening to spill over her flushed cheeks, address given to her by Lillian firmly clutched in her hand.
How dare she?! How dare that - that woman speak so crassly about her mother? Right in front of her no less!
And she had the audacity to question my manners? Ha!
Of course felt a twinge of guilt for the way she had spoken to her grandmother; the girl had never been one for confrontation of any sort but there was a point where she had to draw the line and Mary Sainte had crossed it the second she decided to insult Kathleen. Going back to the house later would be an awkward affair no doubt.
In her justified fury she hadn't been paying attention to her surrounds, not a clue as to where she was headed. As she took a look around her surrounds a slight sense of dread filled her. Delilah had wandered into a gloomy part of the city; men and women engaged in unspeakable acts that had the seventeen year old blushing up to her hairline; men stumbling drunk in the afternoon street; children running to a fro, picking the pockets of unsuspecting folk. It was a sort of madness the girl was completely unfamiliar with, having been admittedly sheltered from these sorts of activities all her life. She couldn't help thinking of Polly's words back at the Shelby house, a girl like her shouldn't be wandering around by herself.
She turned to head back up the side street she had previously walked down only to be headed off by a man with in dirty, soot covered clothing and a gleam in his eye that made the red heads skin crawl.
"Pardon me," she said trying to hide the unbidden tremor in her voice with a shaky smile as she moved to walk around him.
Before she could make it around him, the man grabbed her upper arm with a lecherous smirk playing along his thin, chapped lips. "What's a lovely l'ttle dove like yerself doin' out all by yer lonesome, eh?"
The slight distance between them was closed quickly as he walked forward, the Girl taking a quick step backward, pushing her further into the secluded ally. Delilah could smell the alcohol on his rancid breath and she went rigid in fear. They were almost completely out of view of the street now.
