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rainbowfic2014-06-24 03:59 am
rootsofthestories) wrote in rainbowfic2014-06-24 03:59 am
Ghost White, Split Ink
Name: Mallory
Title: the lives that come calling don't have to be answered
Story: This City's Got Grace
Colors: Ghost White: Vampire
Split Ink: 1. Sometimes the ghosts of what you had run their fingers down a spine
Supplies: None
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Mention of drug use and homelessness
Word count; 344
Notes: I really love Can, I love the whole City crew and may make a cast list for them or icons or something. They're just awesome and make me happy.
When he found her, she was cold and hungry, tired and beaten down. The world chewed her up and spit her back out, feral and mangled after what she’d been through.
She wasn't classy, didn't wear her new life like a badge of honor. She was wild and hungry and craving nothing but blood and the desire to break something down.
But he took her in, cleaned her up, gave her a steady supply of blood and a place to sleep at night. She wasn't on the street anymore and she wasn't hunting rats and homeless people, sleeping next to their corpses after she’d fed on them.
But sometimes Can dreams, she remembers a time she wasn’t a girl but a monster. SHe remembers when people would look down on her because she was dirty and obviously had not slept or showered properly in weeks. She remembers before she’d been turned, the drugs and the hunger and the need for anyone to look at her like she mattered.
She remembers when she sees girls in the city looking like that. She remembers when she sees the homeless sleeping wherever they can find shelter and every time she’s faced with it, she runs.
Because she knows she could fall back into it. What she has now, the apartment,t he friends, the supply of what she needs, it’s not going to last. There’s no way it could. Nothing lasts for her, nothing stays and she’s only waiting for things to start coming undone.
Because the world never stopped chewing her, the story she follows doesn't have a happy ending, of that she was sure.
Yet she gets to the bar and it’s warm and welcoming. Do smiles at her when she enters and Is pulls out a chair for her. Maxwell and Aurora are there and Dorian is working the bar while Deedee plays with her kitten.
It’s as safe as she’ll ever get, this strange place, this patchwork of friends. They may not stay, but she knows it’s the best she’s going to get.
Title: the lives that come calling don't have to be answered
Story: This City's Got Grace
Colors: Ghost White: Vampire
Split Ink: 1. Sometimes the ghosts of what you had run their fingers down a spine
Supplies: None
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Mention of drug use and homelessness
Word count; 344
Notes: I really love Can, I love the whole City crew and may make a cast list for them or icons or something. They're just awesome and make me happy.
When he found her, she was cold and hungry, tired and beaten down. The world chewed her up and spit her back out, feral and mangled after what she’d been through.
She wasn't classy, didn't wear her new life like a badge of honor. She was wild and hungry and craving nothing but blood and the desire to break something down.
But he took her in, cleaned her up, gave her a steady supply of blood and a place to sleep at night. She wasn't on the street anymore and she wasn't hunting rats and homeless people, sleeping next to their corpses after she’d fed on them.
But sometimes Can dreams, she remembers a time she wasn’t a girl but a monster. SHe remembers when people would look down on her because she was dirty and obviously had not slept or showered properly in weeks. She remembers before she’d been turned, the drugs and the hunger and the need for anyone to look at her like she mattered.
She remembers when she sees girls in the city looking like that. She remembers when she sees the homeless sleeping wherever they can find shelter and every time she’s faced with it, she runs.
Because she knows she could fall back into it. What she has now, the apartment,t he friends, the supply of what she needs, it’s not going to last. There’s no way it could. Nothing lasts for her, nothing stays and she’s only waiting for things to start coming undone.
Because the world never stopped chewing her, the story she follows doesn't have a happy ending, of that she was sure.
Yet she gets to the bar and it’s warm and welcoming. Do smiles at her when she enters and Is pulls out a chair for her. Maxwell and Aurora are there and Dorian is working the bar while Deedee plays with her kitten.
It’s as safe as she’ll ever get, this strange place, this patchwork of friends. They may not stay, but she knows it’s the best she’s going to get.
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I love Can's story. :3 She is awesome and a dearheart.
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