And maybe some faith would do me good
Title: Have A Little Faith
Fandom:Vegan Rockstar Verse
Characters:Kali/Jane
Rating: G
Disclaimer:All belongs to vylentcrymz & I
Word count: 250
She couldn’t remember a time that wasn’t like this. A time without the smell of Nag Champa incense (which had always made her wanna puke, but she had sorta gotten used to it over the years), or tarot card readings at four AM or whenever Kali felt some good vibes. Before the paintings they went to see at galleries with rainbow colors flung onto canvases, the paint vibrant and thick.
“So you could see and feel something in this city for once,” Kali had said, grinning before grabbing her arm and leading her toward ten others that looked just like it.
There were the talks about Jane’s aura. (Which was always clouded and dark, apparently. Jane had joked that it was great because it matched her clothes) Her karma was always in need of work too. (And possibly in the negative numbers, Jane was definitely coming back as a worm in her next life)
But Kali seemed ever patient, ever hopeful that Jane would straighten herself out and become the caring, kind soul around everyone, not just her.
That was doubtful, and Jane suspected Kali knew it too, not that it dampened her spirits. Nothing ever did.
So she drank horrible tea from Cambodia, went to see concerts from bands who tossed out granola bars instead of guitar picks, the palm readers.
Jane knew she wasn’t gonna become some protector of the forests, or even Miss America, but Kali had faith in her, and that was good enough for her.
Fandom:Vegan Rockstar Verse
Characters:Kali/Jane
Rating: G
Disclaimer:All belongs to vylentcrymz & I
Word count: 250
She couldn’t remember a time that wasn’t like this. A time without the smell of Nag Champa incense (which had always made her wanna puke, but she had sorta gotten used to it over the years), or tarot card readings at four AM or whenever Kali felt some good vibes. Before the paintings they went to see at galleries with rainbow colors flung onto canvases, the paint vibrant and thick.
“So you could see and feel something in this city for once,” Kali had said, grinning before grabbing her arm and leading her toward ten others that looked just like it.
There were the talks about Jane’s aura. (Which was always clouded and dark, apparently. Jane had joked that it was great because it matched her clothes) Her karma was always in need of work too. (And possibly in the negative numbers, Jane was definitely coming back as a worm in her next life)
But Kali seemed ever patient, ever hopeful that Jane would straighten herself out and become the caring, kind soul around everyone, not just her.
That was doubtful, and Jane suspected Kali knew it too, not that it dampened her spirits. Nothing ever did.
So she drank horrible tea from Cambodia, went to see concerts from bands who tossed out granola bars instead of guitar picks, the palm readers.
Jane knew she wasn’t gonna become some protector of the forests, or even Miss America, but Kali had faith in her, and that was good enough for her.