Based off of #1 from Lady_of_Erudite Writing prompt book-
Uhhh yeah more backstory for what happened to Charlie and why it tramatuzied my baby Viv
- Grey
Vivian couldn't speak. Their eyes moving from the casket holding their dead twin brother, to their dads eyes, pink and full of fury, to the gun, smoke curling off the end.
And of course, their least favorite, Anti. Holding his rib cage, a bullet now resting their. "You fucking bitch-" As Anti launched forward, Vivian gasped, eyes closing tight, breathing speeding up, backing away from everyone. Nobody noticed, too focused on separating the two egos.
"Vivian," It was Oliver, bringing the small child into his chest, he smelled like honey and lemongrass. Like safety.
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