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Brûler la Chandelle par les Deux Bouts by Colorfullyminded
Fandoms: Don't Starve (Video Games)
31 Jul 2024
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Summary
Everyone had a role– everyone had a place. Their passionate firestarter. Their kindhearted strongman. Their sharpened woodsman. Their crafty engineer. Their intelligent librarian– On and on. The accomplishments grew and grew, beginning to tower like a treeguard over Wes. It was getting harder to see the top; blinded by the sunbeams of their perfections.
And what did he have?
“Balloons?” Maxwell’s snide voice chided in his ear.
Wes’s shoulders slumped.
No, if he wanted to be of any use to them– he couldn’t just be good at one thing. He had to match their abilities. He had to be as good as all of them.
Bookmarked by Terrapinnn
10 Nov 2024
Bookmarker's Notes
This fic is beautifully written, the way the pain Wes goes through is described stabs at my heart. The proper usage of ASL and French adds to it too!

