FILLED - gasoline.lydsmartinJuly 18 2016, 00:10:06 UTC
Seventeen.
(On her sister's seventeenth the world almost burnt to hell).
Dawn turns seventeen silently, with blood on her hands and her mind a map of chaos. Everything is supposed to be better. But everything feels worse. Her skin is alight with flames, burning, burning, burning. And she can't call out for help, because she's never been able to, because everyone has it worse and the world is dying, dying, dying. God, Dawn, stop being so whiny for a second, can't you see all the bigger problems in the world
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(On her sister's seventeenth the world almost burnt to hell).
Dawn turns seventeen silently, with blood on her hands and her mind a map of chaos. Everything is supposed to be better. But everything feels worse. Her skin is alight with flames, burning, burning, burning. And she can't call out for help, because she's never been able to, because everyone has it worse and the world is dying, dying, dying. God, Dawn, stop being so whiny for a second, can't you see all the bigger problems in the world ( ... )
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Excellent fic! Thanks for the fill. :)
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congratulations on your everything.
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long may you reign
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long may you reign
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Gabrielle
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