hello! i'm kyra. 21+. this blog is mostly pathologic, but i sometimes post about other things. askbox is open, please be courteous and respectful or i'll cry.
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Samovar (one-shot, post-canon in the Capital)
The money in his pocket, left over from the Town, was enough to buy anything in this shop he wanted and then some. Bread and eggs, if he chose; meat, if he liked; fruits, even, and that chocolate he’d always liked and could never find in the larger shops. He didn’t have to count his coins. He didn’t have to consider whether buying a single egg here would mean he couldn’t afford medicine for a patient two hours later. He didn’t have to scrape and budget and prioritise — and he didn’t have to starve. — Day X, in which the Bachelor returns to the Capital and remembers what it's like to afford food.
Bread and Twyre (longfic, post-canon labour union)
The Town and the Kin, an Odongh had once whispered, were sewn together wrong. Isidor had torn those old connections apart, and it was left to Artemy Burakh to suture the severed halves back together in a better way. Blood could, and would, flow through them as one common body. And it would, and must, start with solidarity. This, too, could be its own form of utopia. — In which Artemy unionises the butchers and workers, strikes against the rulers, and finds a new way to unite the Town.
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