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May. 10th, 2004 12:40 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dethoratsTitle: Mourning
Pairing: Chaka -> Pell
Rating: PG
Word Count: 203
The desert air around Alubarna was freezing, but Chaka didn’t notice the chill. He sat curled up on a window ledge, staring up into the night sky, a bottle in one hand. The sky was beautiful; stars covered the velvet blackness the way the phosphorescent krill covered the ocean. It was a perfect night for flying, but the falcon was gone. He’d made the ultimate sacrifice for the kingdom, saving everyone but himself. Vivi was heartbroken, though she hit id well from her pirate friends. Chaka, Chaka was lost. Pell was not just a partner, a fellow ally, in protecting Alabasta and its ruling family. He’d been a good friend and more, and without him Chaka felt adrift, unsure of his place in the unexpected vastness of the world.
He shook his head, clutching the sill as his vision fuzzed. With exaggerated care he set the now-empty bottle on the floor with the other eight. It wasn’t like him to be a maudlin drunk. That had been Pell, but Pell was dead, and he was alone. Turning away from the heavens that had been Pell’s, he let his head fall onto his knees. He just wished it were possible for jackals to cry.
Pairing: Chaka -> Pell
Rating: PG
Word Count: 203
The desert air around Alubarna was freezing, but Chaka didn’t notice the chill. He sat curled up on a window ledge, staring up into the night sky, a bottle in one hand. The sky was beautiful; stars covered the velvet blackness the way the phosphorescent krill covered the ocean. It was a perfect night for flying, but the falcon was gone. He’d made the ultimate sacrifice for the kingdom, saving everyone but himself. Vivi was heartbroken, though she hit id well from her pirate friends. Chaka, Chaka was lost. Pell was not just a partner, a fellow ally, in protecting Alabasta and its ruling family. He’d been a good friend and more, and without him Chaka felt adrift, unsure of his place in the unexpected vastness of the world.
He shook his head, clutching the sill as his vision fuzzed. With exaggerated care he set the now-empty bottle on the floor with the other eight. It wasn’t like him to be a maudlin drunk. That had been Pell, but Pell was dead, and he was alone. Turning away from the heavens that had been Pell’s, he let his head fall onto his knees. He just wished it were possible for jackals to cry.
