An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
fandom: vampires smp rating: general focus: apo-centric (no major romantic relationship) warnings: n/a :D words: 5k
summary: it starts with the rain—loud and steady, like it’s trying to wash the whole world clean. inside, the candles burn low, the air smells like wax and static, and everyone talks just to keep from thinking too much.
they've always been good at staying guarded, at keeping the world just far enough away. but the storm doesn’t stop, and somewhere between the soft light and the sound of soft voices, she forgets to pretend.
for a moment, she almost feels alive again.












