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Looking for a fic
Biggest issue is I can’t remember the character names or fandom. Know for sure it was on Ao3. I can remember quite a few plot points, but could have even been original work or some obscure fandom,
Overall summary: small orphan child get chased by bad vampire and eventually ends up on “good vampire’s” territory. “good vampire” takes care of orphan child.
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There’s this one building at the corner of the intersection at the bottom of the hill in my town.
It's got no roof. The bricks are crumbling, pieces; torn asunder and missing. There is no door, but there is a doorway. You can feel the longing because it's always open, waiting.
My entire life it's been like that.
Moss and ivy took root and climb the sides. A for sale sign nearby, but faded now and waterlogged. I don't think I've ever seen anyone in that place.
I wonder what it's like to be forgotten like that.
I wonder if anyone even recalls what it used to look like anymore. If it used to be a shop, bustling during the day with people buying clothes or furniture or flowers but still hollow at night. I wonder if it used to be a house, full of people day and night, gentle sighs, breath, a heartbeat too quiet to hear. If a building could long for something I wonder if that's what this building would want. It seems lonely on that street. Maybe even, it would forget itself, forget what it used to be able to do since it's lived too long as it has now.
I wonder then if I'm like that house. Unable to remember the pieces of myself, longing for the past, but hollow, hollow still and cracking.
#writing#writing drabble#poetry#kinda?#maybe not really#there are ways to find piececs#reflections of yourself in the strangest of things#sometimes its happy#but i think sometimes it leave this ache#this bittersweetness this#melancholy?#to see a part of yourself in something like that
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Honestly not sure what I’m going to post here. Probably writing drabbles and weird vent stuff and old poetry. If i get really fancy maybe some of the cool videos and edits i’ve been doing but idk at this rate.
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