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RQ's - OPEN
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A/N: Hi well, sorry this took so long! I absolutely struggled with figuring out a way to make this story flow, and sound good and read well. I'm still not sure it's that great but let's go with it!! Also, I know I don't say this in my stories, but when writing characters who are canonically very damn tall, I just imagine that, they're just like, not actually that big, otherwise story interactions don't make sense!!
- TW for mentions of abuse!
The hunger was a constant companion during your childhood, gnawing at your insides like a relentless beast. Your parents, distant and consumed by their own troubles, rarely noticed your suffering, their attention only piqued by their own needs.
On a particularly biting day, when the pangs felt sharper than usual, they sent you out into the bustling market with a handful of coins, just enough for a loaf of bread, they said. The market was alive with colours and noises, vendors calling out their wares, trying to entice the thronging crowds.
Your stomach rumbled as the smells of fresh food wafted through the air, but it was not the scent of bread that caught your attention. It was a fruit, odd and misshapen, unlike any you had seen before. It lay amongst a pile of mundane apples and oranges, its colors vivid and skin almost shimmering under the sunlight.
Drawn to it, you approached the vendor, a grizzled old man whose eyes narrowed as he saw the coins in your small hand. "This one? Too special for those few coins, kid" he grumbled, but his grip on the coins you had laid out did not loosen, he was deaf to your protests.
You turned to leave but, his eyes, you noticed, flickered to the crowd, gauging his attention. Desperation mingled with hunger, and a reckless idea took root in your mind. When the vendor momentarily turned away to shout at a passerby, you seized the opportunity.
The fruit felt heavy in your hands as you slipped it under your ragged coat and darted away, the shouts of the vendor lost in the sea of noises as he discovered the theft too late.
Returning home, the weight of the stolen fruit burned against your side, both a trophy and a testament to your desperation. But when you arrived, breathless and hopeful, the reception was anything but warm.
"Where have you been?" your mother hissed, grabbing your arm with a fierce grip. "And the money? Where is the food?"
Unable to bear the hunger any longer, you pulled out the fruit, its bizarre appearance momentarily halting her tirade. "I- I thought this would be better" you stammered, your voice small. "The man said it's special".
Her eyes widened with confusion and then narrowed in anger. "You bought this freakish thing?" She snatched it from you, tossing it onto the table where it rolled ominously.
The hunger, the fear, the frustration, it all became too much. You reached out, grabbed the fruit. "Look.. I'll try it first" you offered, and bit into it before she could stop you. The taste was indescribable, both bitter and sweet, flooding your senses.
