In which an infamous she-devil returns to Birmingham with even more nefarious plans.
Peaky Blinders Season 2.
Thomas Michael Shelby.
WARNING: Death, rape, prostitution, language, blood, sex, smoking.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the characters or the...
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The woods, Birmingham, 1920:
A whole year had passed since Eleanor Jackson had stepped foot into the city of misfortunes, pain and death. No matter how quickly those 365 days passed the year had been unforgettable and she would never even try to forget the changes it had brought her. Even if she was "dead" she felt more alive and Charlotte's words that time healed wounds slowly became true. She was free of Nina or the killing, slowly warming up to the two people that soon became her new family. The woods grew to be a place she had learned to know and its width didn't scare Eleanor anymore. This was her new home and the two people she was eager to leave in the beginning became her closest peers, her love to them surpassing the guilt she felt.
Surely, Eleanor missed Pius and the others, especially Tommy, but she had to let her wounds heal for once and all, and as a year passed with Abraham and Charlotte, Eleanor felt those wounds shrink faster each day.
Abraham was a wise man, his looks mismatching his personality and he was a father Eleanor never got to know fully. No matter how good the man was and how much he warmed up to Elle, the blonde never loved anyone more than she loved the hazel eyed girl with shining brown hair by the name of Charlotte or Lottie as Eleanor had nicknamed her. The girls did everything together, the younger teaching the older how to hunt rabbits or chop wood, but Elle also taught Charlotte many things, one of them being reading and writing since she was illiterate when they met despite Abraham's ability to read and write.
Charlotte was a fast learner and Eleanor couldn't be prouder of the girl she saw as her own little sister or even daughter. If things were to change, Eleanor knew she'd take Charlotte with her, wanting to have the girl by her side for the rest of her life. Though, if she ever wanted to come back to Thomas, she knew she'd be brining Charlotte into a life full of danger and misfortune that she didn't even wish her imaginative future children to bare. Not that she would go back, Eleanor pondered, but it was nice to dream.
It was spring that year, but the snow was still covering the majority of the woods. There was a lot of it, the snow going up to Eleanor's knees as she tried to go out less and less, but with Abraham's seemingly worsening health, Eleanor knew she had to be the new head of the family, even if the old man tried to prove the girls that he was fine. Elle knew the man didn't want to worry his granddaughter, but Charlotte wasn't an idiot, she definitely saw Abraham's worsening health and he wasn't the same strong man Elle had met.
A part of her thought it was her fault again the man's health began to decline, but Abraham had told her that he was diagnosed with some autoimmune disease long ago, causing his bones to worsen and, worse, his concentration. Eleanor saw it as old age, but after saving Abraham once from almost chopping his hand off, she realized it was much more serious than he let on. From that incident, she made sure to stay close to him, and even if her heart ached for Abraham and it was tiring, she had to stay strong and show them that she was capable of everything. After all, she owed so much to them.
