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onepieceyaoi100Title: Penumbra
Word Count: 297.
Rating: PG.
Pairing: None. I FAIL IT. No happy win-cookies for me this week.
Topic: Cold.
It’s cold.
He hates it.
He can feel the sun, but it doesn’t seem to penetrate his paper-thin skin. It ought to; his skin’s stretched so tight over his bones that it should be translucent like those tanned-hide window covers poor folks back on his home island used during the winter, but something seems to stop it before it gets inside him and warms him up.
Maybe it’s Death. Death’s standing between him and the sun and he’s too weak to fight him, too weak to crawl out into the light, too weak to even shiver. He can feel the icy hand of Death pressing gently against his heart, counting every struggling beat on his fingers and when he has no fingers left, he’ll close his hand and take him away, away from this rock, away from the ocean, away from the shitty old man and All Blue and his promise.
He manages a weak cry, something that’s supposed to tell Death that he’s not leaving unless that shitty old man goes first.
What if he has?
What if the reason that Death is slowly bundling his body into the lightless black folds of his cloak is because he’s already taken Zeff away?
He moans softly, because he doesn’t want to be alone here, because he doesn’t want to break his promise before he’s had a chance to even get started on it, because he can’t even manage to cry anymore.
A thin but familiar voice growls out, sounding like an old, tired lion, broken teeth and cracked claws but still strong, and chases Death away with the words, “Pipe down, shitty eggplant, and go back to sleep.”
He’s still cold, and the sun is still shining through him instead of into him. He somehow sleeps anyway.
Word Count: 297.
Rating: PG.
Pairing: None. I FAIL IT. No happy win-cookies for me this week.
Topic: Cold.
It’s cold.
He hates it.
He can feel the sun, but it doesn’t seem to penetrate his paper-thin skin. It ought to; his skin’s stretched so tight over his bones that it should be translucent like those tanned-hide window covers poor folks back on his home island used during the winter, but something seems to stop it before it gets inside him and warms him up.
Maybe it’s Death. Death’s standing between him and the sun and he’s too weak to fight him, too weak to crawl out into the light, too weak to even shiver. He can feel the icy hand of Death pressing gently against his heart, counting every struggling beat on his fingers and when he has no fingers left, he’ll close his hand and take him away, away from this rock, away from the ocean, away from the shitty old man and All Blue and his promise.
He manages a weak cry, something that’s supposed to tell Death that he’s not leaving unless that shitty old man goes first.
What if he has?
What if the reason that Death is slowly bundling his body into the lightless black folds of his cloak is because he’s already taken Zeff away?
He moans softly, because he doesn’t want to be alone here, because he doesn’t want to break his promise before he’s had a chance to even get started on it, because he can’t even manage to cry anymore.
A thin but familiar voice growls out, sounding like an old, tired lion, broken teeth and cracked claws but still strong, and chases Death away with the words, “Pipe down, shitty eggplant, and go back to sleep.”
He’s still cold, and the sun is still shining through him instead of into him. He somehow sleeps anyway.
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Date: 2006-08-20 09:14 pm (UTC)Hahahaha man OK now to get in the mood for the fic.
*tries to compse self* ... *bursts out laughing*
no but seriously: slightly creepy, what with the paper-thin skin. IoI Zeff speaking is very relieving, it sort of gives hope. Because he hasn't given up. &hears; Lovely.
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Date: 2006-08-20 09:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-20 11:51 pm (UTC)DX NO.
But thank you for the rest of your comment.
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Date: 2006-08-20 10:28 pm (UTC)A thin but familiar voice growls out, sounding like an old, tired lion, broken teeth and cracked claws but still strong, and chases Death away with the words, “Pipe down, shitty eggplant, and go back to sleep.”
- my favorite part! Because of COURSE Zeff is like an old tired lion. ^_^
So much love for the Zeff + Sanji dynamic. Their relationship, like so many others in One Piece, is absolutely priceless.
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Date: 2006-08-21 12:01 am (UTC)moustachemane and everything. XDno subject
Date: 2006-08-20 10:41 pm (UTC)You win the simile prize! I lo~ve that line.
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Date: 2006-08-20 10:46 pm (UTC)Also, I like the fact that you made "cold" make sense in this setting, even with the sun beating down on them. It just emphasizes the detached/hopeless feeling.
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Date: 2006-08-21 12:33 am (UTC)But yay, I'm glad you liked it.
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Date: 2006-08-21 01:39 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-08-21 11:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-21 07:47 am (UTC)lolkillme. And I love the parent/child relationships depicted in this (the normal way, unlike that freak up there ;D).no subject
Date: 2006-08-21 11:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-21 01:19 pm (UTC)Chibinasu having nightmares and Zeff sort-of-comforting him is too cute to pass up for words. ;__;
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Date: 2006-08-21 11:24 pm (UTC)no subject
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