#since vis dialogue simply wont fit in this

[kimchicatlover]

Homeless, but not poor

(No image yet, but a big project)

Synopsis: Two girls; one warm, one cold. Oil and water, never meant to mix. (Yes a Caitvi reference and the two main characters, Britney and Solace can be read as Caitlyn and Vi in another universe.)

Tags: Slow-burn romance, "slums", multiple characters, university life, slice of life

Pairing/s: Original character (Female)/Original character (Female)

Warnings: Mild violence, blood, implied vomiting.

Note: After every paragraph break and a dash, the perspective switches between the two MCs, Solace and Britney. The first paragraph is always Solace's POV.

Rain. It pours down on me, drips into my eyes, makes my clothes stick to my skin; comforting but annoying. The foggy streets are illuminated by warm lights from warm homes while I lean against a cold wall, not warm at all.

I don’t move. It’s not like I have anywhere to go.

-

One, two, three. My favourite amount of marshmallows cheerily swimming in my favourite mug. I sigh contentedly and stare at my warm ceiling light. My gaze sweeps across my living room to my window, and violent droplets of rain pelt the glass. A sudden thought invades my mind: I pity whoever is out in the rain at this hour, probably cold and hungry.

My heart aches for someone that might not even exist,

but that aching turns to surprise as I glimpse a figure in the foggy mist.

-

One by one, curtains are pulled and the street is dark again. How I miss those warm lights. Expertly scanning the shadows, I take another sip from my hot chocolate, now rapidly cooling and mixed with rainwater. It's probably acidic, given the factories not too far away, but I don't give a damn.

I toss my head back and down the whole thing.

Stalking as unsuspiciously as one can to the nearest trash can, I casually toss the empty cup in. I was never one to litter.

-

I was being pretty impulsive, I noted, going out in the middle of the night to talk to the wanderer. Well, that was a nice way of saying it. Most of my neighbours call her "beggar" or "street bitch". But I didn't second-guess myself as I put on my coat and casually stride out the door with no more than a knife and a taser.

-

I notice her instantly - black hair with red tips, lips tugging up into a sly grin - and she was heading right for me. I arch a curious eyebrow, but otherwise stay put. She seems harmless, lest the bulges in her coat. I don't react.

-

She looks informal, dark brown hair cut short in a way that screams "I don't go to salons". She casually leans against the cracked stone wall and I can't help but shudder with fear and.. Well.

I wet my lips and hope she doesn’t notice.

-

She stops in her tracks, just five metres away. I'm tempted to close the gap. She takes a step towards me. Her wide eyes study me with an expression I can’t name. Intrigue, doubt, fear, or awe? None of the above.

-

I subconsciously bite my lower lip as I think of what to say. Once I’ve decided, doubts cloud my mind and my confidence wavers. Feeling that familiar anxiety closing in around my lungs, I blurt my words out so I wouldn’t regret it later.

-

I appreciate the way her tooth gap shows when she bites her lip.

“Would you like to have some hot cocoa?” She blurts it out quickly but curtly, her voice never wavering. I want to scoff at her stupidity but retain my blank stare. Hoping that she takes the hint, I look away from her and check my watch nonchalantly.

Rain clouds my vision and I catch her blurry figure retreating.

-

Exhaling in disappointment, I turn to leave. When I’m halfway to my block, I look back one last time to see that she hasn’t moved.

I was stupid, I noted, climbing the dirty steps up to my apartment.

-

The thudding of her boots fade away and her warm light goes out, blanketing me in darkness.

The streets seem so much colder.

#my writing #writing #homeless #should i turn this into caitvi lmao #maybe ill write a variation of this for caitvi #since vis dialogue simply wont fit in this #also there are 6 chapters for this (as of posting) #so buckle up