Warning- mentions of death & alcohol, blood & descriptive contents?? Toxic family traits, idk some mature content ig (mentions of sex??)
"Mylo & Claggor aren't Vi's or Powder's siblings, they're just friends, that's why there's only one bunk bed in the den"
I shifted things now they are👍👍
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Fam·i·ly
/ˈfam(ə)lē/
Noun
Noun: family; plural noun: families
A group of one or more parents and their children living together as a unit.
Mucky water was consuming her lungs, filling every inch of space left to boggle. Her body grew cold, & numb. She felt the lack of touch in her fingers as she uselessly reached her arms up.
Fear, genuine fear plastered across her face.
"Silco—"
It was no avail, she saw the fading image sink from view, as the muck turned to rusted metal, her own blood swamped in the water around her. The eye. The eye of Zaun.
Her coarse hands dragged, hit & even scratched. Longing for help, longing for him to stop. He was like a brother to her. Why did everything have to change in the matter of hours?
It wasn't supposed to be this way.
She'd grown up in the undercity. In Zaun, the lanes. Vander & Silco grew by her side. Vander & Silco had grown like brothers together. She had watched the fights, the sleepless nights, times when they went up topside & ended in a foot chase, the times when the market was stale for months at a time. They scraped up coins together. Stole together, lived together, ate together. Any memory any of them could think back to they shared.
The eye of Zaun doesn't blink until someones stabbed through the back though,
Literally.
They'd made that stupid deal with the enforcers. Her & Vander. They knew they shouldn't have. They knew things would get messy,
But not like this. They wanted to keep the peace. Keep the endless war that had been kicked under a rug out of sight. They were tired of fighting.
One event lead to the other. The day they stood in a cloud of black smoke, Vander & [Name].
They day she stood at the fatal hand of a war, a war they'd done their best to prevent, a sobbing child balanced on her hip.
"Do you want another Shirley temple, Pow?"
& now she was just a bartender. She was the hounds songbird, mom of the undercity.
In all honesty she found the names humiliating. But what could she do? The kids got a kick out of it.
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"The hounds songbird? You're killing me, Ekko."
"That's what Benzo calls you."
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"No, I didn't even finish my last one."
"Oh," Her gaze shifted down, "I guess not."
