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fandomtownies2021-05-23 01:21 pm
betterthanaplan) wrote in fandomtownies2021-05-23 01:21 pm
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The beach, Sunday afternoon
So. Dwight was in town. Not Duke's Dwight -- probably -- but a Dwight. One who was just getting started with the full thrust of the troubles, and didn't know about Duke's connection to them.
One who had never been hurled 30 feet off the edge of a boat after slamming a metal trunk into Duke's head. Or seen how much Duke hated his trouble and offered to help him track down the truth about the Colorado Kid and the Hunter for Audrey.
Again, probably. Somewhere in Duke's Haven was a notebook full of all of Claire's notes, including everything Duke had told her in confidence before she was murdered (and he still didn't know just when that had even happened). Dwight could just be pretending to be from another Haven to get Duke's guard down. Duke wouldn't put that past Vince; the guy was a sneaky fucker under that doofy old man mask.
It'd make sense in a Haven kind of way if Dwight was here to fuck Duke over. But it made just as much sense in Fandom kind of way if Dwight were just kind of here, and fucking with Duke's head was just a fun bonus. Duke's paranoia was on a roller coaster trying to decide which was more likely. Whether he could trust anything Dwight had said.
And to top all that off, Octavia was still a raccoon. It all came together into a perfect "make Duke stare moodily at the sea" cocktail.
So he was. Staring moodily. At the sea. Bare feet positioned just where the water could wash over them, pants rolled high enough not to get wet in the small waves.
Maybe a swim would help.
[moody Duke is moody but the post is definitely open!]
One who had never been hurled 30 feet off the edge of a boat after slamming a metal trunk into Duke's head. Or seen how much Duke hated his trouble and offered to help him track down the truth about the Colorado Kid and the Hunter for Audrey.
Again, probably. Somewhere in Duke's Haven was a notebook full of all of Claire's notes, including everything Duke had told her in confidence before she was murdered (and he still didn't know just when that had even happened). Dwight could just be pretending to be from another Haven to get Duke's guard down. Duke wouldn't put that past Vince; the guy was a sneaky fucker under that doofy old man mask.
It'd make sense in a Haven kind of way if Dwight was here to fuck Duke over. But it made just as much sense in Fandom kind of way if Dwight were just kind of here, and fucking with Duke's head was just a fun bonus. Duke's paranoia was on a roller coaster trying to decide which was more likely. Whether he could trust anything Dwight had said.
And to top all that off, Octavia was still a raccoon. It all came together into a perfect "make Duke stare moodily at the sea" cocktail.
So he was. Staring moodily. At the sea. Bare feet positioned just where the water could wash over them, pants rolled high enough not to get wet in the small waves.
Maybe a swim would help.
[moody Duke is moody but the post is definitely open!]