0. mourners and women in blue

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"THIS FLAME THAT BURNS INSIDE OF ME,
I'M HEARING SECRET HARMONIES."

- a kind of magic, queen

- a kind of magic, queen

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"FREDDIE, YOU HAVE TO GET OUT OF THE CAR."

"No."

Dominic Walker sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. It was a dull day as the sun hid behind the clouds and a grey hue swept over the area, rain threatening to spill from above. The man glanced towards his wife who adorned black as she went to embrace her grieving mother. Dominic had been given the task of looking after their daughter as his wife and her family grieved their lost loved one.

"C'mon, Fred, don't make this any harder." Dominic urged, crouching down so he came face to face with the stubborn six-year-old.

"Don't wanna." Freddie feebly mumbled, her arms folded in indignation as her eyes avoided making contact with her father's.

"Look at me, alright?" He began, his voice low as his fingers guiding her chin so that she would look at him. "This is you and your mom's last chance to say goodbye to your grandpa, so please, for today...just cooperate."

𝐁𝐎𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐑𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐒𝐎𝐃𝐘 (avengers)Where stories live. Discover now