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And So It Happened
The knife lands on the cutting board with a thud, spreading bitter juice over the wood and the shiny metal blade. The ripe fragrance of citrus fills the kitchen, clinging to everything in the room, from the turquoise walls to the orange-trimmed door.
A tall woman grabs the half-cut lime and calls for her son while she drops the knife into the sink. She hesitates once she hears her husband in another room, fixing a shelf that doesn't actually need fixing.
( She just needed to buy time )
Her son, still in his toddling stages with the brightest smile she's ever seen on a little boy walks into the kitchen clutching onto a large teddy bear that his grandfather had gifted him. He looks up at her curiously, she nearly feels bad.
"There you are Ivar, look, I have a gift for you" She bends down and holds out her hand while still holding the half-cut lime in the other.
Ivar walks over, still clutching the teddy bear like a lifeline and something in her cracks. "Wha' is i'?"
"Something yummy" She tilts her head forward and kisses his blond locks. "Do you want a taste?"
( She's so sorry )
Disclaimer
This fic contains torture, themes of death, blood, canon violence, cursing, substance abuse & underage activities that your local government does not like .
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I don't own any characters beyond my own Oc's .
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All rights belong to DC Comics as it is their own media and franchise .
