My 300+ Words for the Day
Sep. 29th, 2005 10:12 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dethoratsI hate thinking about the future. Just so everyone knows that.
Title: Heavy
Rating: G
Pairing: Maybe ZoLu or ZoLuNa if you want it, but otherwise nothing
Word Count: 410
A cold wind blew in from the east, carried with it salt and sea and the promise of rain. It lashed against his cheek, stinging as if tiny pieces of shrapnel were born upon the gusts, flung across a barren beach and lofted across the watery city to stab at his skin. But they couldn’t pierce his rubber flesh. Nothing that came from that place could; not caltrops, not bullets, not explosions. True he had bled, but his hide was tough, tougher than anyone normally expected. Inside though, his heart was torn open, seeping with pain and agony. The matter was simple; he had lost for winning.
The devil’s fruit had made him strong, stronger than any normal human, stronger even than most of the abnormal ones. But though he carried no visible burden, it felt as though a leaden weight had been placed upon his neck and shoulders. He’d felt its touch before, but only lightly. Then his determination and belief had defeated it before it had managed to become heavier than a feather. This time he had nowhere to turn and responsibility bore down upon him.
Zoro’s patient, waiting gaze was heavy too. It carried with it expectancy and pride and a willingness that had developed somewhere between a corrupted marine outpost and this place of canals and heartache. Zoro would take some of that weight from him. Had taken so much of it already and replaced it with trust. Nami too, although she didn’t understand quite so well, and she had her own duties that rested on her shoulders alone. As much as he wanted to shift some of the weight, he couldn’t. Not this time. This time the failure and the struggle and the outcome had to be his alone. Zoro had done his part and led when he couldn’t. Now was the time for him to prove himself and reward the faith that had been given to him, the faith that had followed him down the Grand Line and would carry him to the One Piece and his destiny.
His hair was tossed about by the wind, his shirt caught and tugged. The straw hat between his hands, though, was immobile. Its rough weave caught on his calloused fingers like a promise and, though he couldn’t smile, couldn’t get rid of the lump in his throat nor the weight on his back, when the wind took away the last of his tears, he felt lighter.
Title: Heavy
Rating: G
Pairing: Maybe ZoLu or ZoLuNa if you want it, but otherwise nothing
Word Count: 410
A cold wind blew in from the east, carried with it salt and sea and the promise of rain. It lashed against his cheek, stinging as if tiny pieces of shrapnel were born upon the gusts, flung across a barren beach and lofted across the watery city to stab at his skin. But they couldn’t pierce his rubber flesh. Nothing that came from that place could; not caltrops, not bullets, not explosions. True he had bled, but his hide was tough, tougher than anyone normally expected. Inside though, his heart was torn open, seeping with pain and agony. The matter was simple; he had lost for winning.
The devil’s fruit had made him strong, stronger than any normal human, stronger even than most of the abnormal ones. But though he carried no visible burden, it felt as though a leaden weight had been placed upon his neck and shoulders. He’d felt its touch before, but only lightly. Then his determination and belief had defeated it before it had managed to become heavier than a feather. This time he had nowhere to turn and responsibility bore down upon him.
Zoro’s patient, waiting gaze was heavy too. It carried with it expectancy and pride and a willingness that had developed somewhere between a corrupted marine outpost and this place of canals and heartache. Zoro would take some of that weight from him. Had taken so much of it already and replaced it with trust. Nami too, although she didn’t understand quite so well, and she had her own duties that rested on her shoulders alone. As much as he wanted to shift some of the weight, he couldn’t. Not this time. This time the failure and the struggle and the outcome had to be his alone. Zoro had done his part and led when he couldn’t. Now was the time for him to prove himself and reward the faith that had been given to him, the faith that had followed him down the Grand Line and would carry him to the One Piece and his destiny.
His hair was tossed about by the wind, his shirt caught and tugged. The straw hat between his hands, though, was immobile. Its rough weave caught on his calloused fingers like a promise and, though he couldn’t smile, couldn’t get rid of the lump in his throat nor the weight on his back, when the wind took away the last of his tears, he felt lighter.
