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new to tumblr but thought I'd post my fic here! ^v^ |Aventurine/Dr. Ratio, 50K words, ongoing|
"He hears thunder. Perhaps it is the mother goddess, come to punish him for his misuse of his blessing. But no, it is the audience, those who bet on the βgood looking piece of meatβ happy that their investment paid off. He is sick, sick from what heβs done, sick from the way they cheer for him, sick from the way they scream βSignonianβ instead of his name. He does not vomit. He does not shout at them. He does not ask them how they can watch such callousness with smiles on their faces. Instead, he whispers to himself, βAll or nothing,β and takes a bow."
Or- an exploration of what led Dr. Ratio and Aventurine to become the people they are today.
