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[fibrosis]

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an actual year + one account switch later

[motivation]

[ they're preparing to fight a war — not the kind where the big dogs win, but not a revolution, either. dutch isn't willing to call them small fries, but they're not big dogs, either. the hullen are stronger, faster, more durable, able to change anyone. they're preparing to fight a war and it's a brutal thing.

there's a monster inside dutch that revels in the promise of carnage, and with johnny still absent, needing space, that monster grows louder. she drowns it out around d'avin because he isn't like her, and it's more quiet around alvis because there's calm in his company, but it's always there, itching under her skin, waiting to be let out.

too many glasses of algae brew, and it comes, not for carnage but for the next best thing: she presses her thumb against d'avin's pulse point on the underside of his wrist, hard enough that he'll feel it in the morning, and her lips to alvis' mouth, hungry and greedy and more sure than she should be, given how complicated things have been between her and d'avin, how fragile, given how carefully negotiated some of the things she shares with alvis are. ]