"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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"Honor thy father and mother,
as the lord your god commanded you."
✞
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WILLIAM CALLAGHAN SR. CONSIDERED HIMSELF TO BE A REASONABLE, EASY TEMPERED MAN when it came to business, often letting his sons, those he had fathered and the Shelby boys that he had taken under his wing when their father, Arthur Sr., had decided the domestic life wasn't for him and often checked out for weeks, months, at a time; but, now, looking into the faces of the blinders as they stood outside one of the warehouses where they kept their ill gotten goods he could feel his ire stirring as the awkward silence surrounding his inquiry of Thomas Shelby's whereabouts.
"I'll ask again," he began, voice steady, as he eyed Arthur and John, "where the fuck is your brother?"
John, with his arms crossed over his chest and looking like he'd rather be anywhere else in the world at that very moment, glanced at his older brother who was ringing his gray tweed cap in his hands and avoiding all eye contact before turning back to Will.
"Never came 'ome last night and 'e wasn't 'ome this mornin'."
Will pursed his lips and nodded as he adjusted his hat on his head. Turning his steely gaze to appraise the eldest Shelby boy he raised a dark blonde eyebrow.
"Considering how hard you're ringing that hat, Arthur, I think you know the answer to my question so don't make me ask it again." His patience was wearing thin. Tommy knew what today was, they were too meet with the Boswell family, a gypsy clan and kin to the Shelby's that was going to be setting up on the outskirts of the city for the summer fairs. The blasted boy knew how important it was for them to be here for this meeting, the hopes of brokering a deal with the Boswell's to help distribute their bootleg whisky outside of the city and yet, he was nowhere to be found.
"Well, uh, last - last I saw 'im 'e was waitin' in Charlie's yard yesterday, sir," Arthur stammered, still not making eye contact.
Will blinked at him owlishly, clearly expecting there to be more to his explanation but Arthur only lapsed back into silence, shifting from foot to foot as he cursed Tommy something fierce in his head.
