I will one day stop writing obnoxious, self-indulgent fiction that I try to force bandom characters into, I swear. I will at least stop posting it.
Audrey, Gabe gen / G / 1545 words.
What happens when I'm depressed and a
prompt gives me the image of Gabe finding Audrey doing snow angels on the ground of a parking lot. Not beta'd so feel free to
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hmmm. i don't know why, but i am subtly in love with this. and you, by proxy.
what postsecret are you referencing? the link just brings me back here again and again.
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and, damn, thanks for pointing that out. i meant this one
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lol this is probably true, i used way too many 'and's and stretched everything to its limit.
i know! i didn't actually try and portrait her before writing, so i'm glad that you think the outcome was similar to your idea of the real thing.
i love that line too!
thank you so much for reading and for leaving this comment, it means a lot ♥
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This; Everything is backwards inside Audrey Kitching. A whole planet lives in her and the chore is liquid lava that slips through the cracks. She exudes something that smells like burnt flowers and forgotten adolescence, and Gabe goes to her like a bee buzzes towards pollen.
and this; Funny how she always carries that it’s-always-dark-before-dawn, the-party-last-night-was-great, my-planet-is-better-than-yours look wherever she goes. The eternal prom queen, the prodigal son returns to the dysfunctional family, and her wits make her more fucked up than the rest.
just so perfectly sum up Audrey, and really ever piece of it was pretty and witty and lovely.
I love this.
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