Fic: These Hollow Steps - Prompt: Habit
Sep. 11th, 2012 02:14 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
summer-tempests.livejournal.com posting in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
onepieceyaoi100Title: These Hollow Steps
Rating: G
Word Count: 284
Pairing: Law/?
Prompt: Habit
Warnings: Um, some angsty speculation on the current (Punk Hazard) arc, so spoilers I guess if you haven't read that far?
Disclaimer(s): I don't own One Piece.
.ooOoo.
These Hollow Steps
.ooOoo.
In the dark and the quietude of the small hours, the industrial steel walls and floor of the lab hallways can understandably surrender their reality to the industrial steel walls and floor of my submarine.
And like some moribund grandfather clock, the echoing taps of my footsteps slow as I come to a bedroom door that my mind registers as being in Punk Hazard, but that my sleepy eyes insist is miles and sacrifices away. And just as if I'd been back on my ship, I open and close the door without a sound; I undress in the dark, and I brush my teeth with the softest trickle of water.
When morning comes too soon, I shower and leave the shampoo lid flipped open, and I leave the toothpaste uncapped near the sink faucet. Every move, every step, they are all silent as the grave. And always, as I'm about to leave this room - this counterfeit - I walk to the opposite side of the bed and brush my fingers across a cold pillow.
Because even though the months seem to be going on centuries, and the familiar percussion of my heartbeat seems a half-forgotten song, I cannot stop. Even though there is no one to disturb in the dead of the night, nor anyone to fumble clumsily with shampoo lids and toothpaste caps, I cannot stop. There is no messy hair to sweep from a sleeping face. But I will not stop.
It is these rituals, these habits, during the surreal moments before and after sleep that sustain me while you're gone . . . while you're all gone, and that I must remember for when you are right back beside me.
Rating: G
Word Count: 284
Pairing: Law/?
Prompt: Habit
Warnings: Um, some angsty speculation on the current (Punk Hazard) arc, so spoilers I guess if you haven't read that far?
Disclaimer(s): I don't own One Piece.
These Hollow Steps
.ooOoo.
In the dark and the quietude of the small hours, the industrial steel walls and floor of the lab hallways can understandably surrender their reality to the industrial steel walls and floor of my submarine.
And like some moribund grandfather clock, the echoing taps of my footsteps slow as I come to a bedroom door that my mind registers as being in Punk Hazard, but that my sleepy eyes insist is miles and sacrifices away. And just as if I'd been back on my ship, I open and close the door without a sound; I undress in the dark, and I brush my teeth with the softest trickle of water.
When morning comes too soon, I shower and leave the shampoo lid flipped open, and I leave the toothpaste uncapped near the sink faucet. Every move, every step, they are all silent as the grave. And always, as I'm about to leave this room - this counterfeit - I walk to the opposite side of the bed and brush my fingers across a cold pillow.
Because even though the months seem to be going on centuries, and the familiar percussion of my heartbeat seems a half-forgotten song, I cannot stop. Even though there is no one to disturb in the dead of the night, nor anyone to fumble clumsily with shampoo lids and toothpaste caps, I cannot stop. There is no messy hair to sweep from a sleeping face. But I will not stop.
It is these rituals, these habits, during the surreal moments before and after sleep that sustain me while you're gone . . . while you're all gone, and that I must remember for when you are right back beside me.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2012-09-11 09:29 am (UTC)Thank you for writing this, I quite enjoyed reading it~! <3
no subject
Date: 2012-09-11 07:37 pm (UTC)I am so happy you enjoyed it!
Cheers