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[Aug. 28] [One Piece] This is Also a Kind of Love
Title: This is Also a Kind of Love
Day/Theme: Aug. 28, "In sorrow to be here again, I am loving you"
Series: One Piece
Character/Pairing: Zoro, Going Merry, genfic
Rating: PG
notes: *waves* First post...hope I've filled the format out correctly. The fic is a spoiler for the Water 7 arc. Last line of dialogue is from the last three panels of chapter 327, my translation.
It is the last time he will be alone with her. The last time for silence and the occasional fond word, here between the death sentence and the chaos. It is the only time he will have to do his grieving as a boy, before the return of his companions forces him into maturity.
He’s never had much to offer her. No tangerine grove, no lawn chair. No favorite perch on the figurehead. He hasn’t ever filled the galley with warm cooking smells. No workshop for him, no hugging of the mast. Only his own body, settling down for a nap in more or less the same spot every day, and a few contented sighs. He likes to think he has worn a part of her smooth, has made an impression on her with his constant nestling. But he knows they haven’t been together long enough for that.
Which is worse? he wonders. He has known the raw grief of a friend taken away; Death stealing her life away like a thief when he wasn’t there to catch it. But then again, there is also something awful about giving friends away to the dark, with his own hands. And having to say, “She will not get better. It must be done.” If we are to go on, one of us must be left behind.
If she had been stronger....If they had stopped more often for repairs....
At times like these, the mind wanders through what might have been.
“Merry,” he says softly, his voice giving both forgiveness and apology. “Can you really not run anymore...?”
He already knows the answer. She is tired. If he loves her, and if he respects the love she has borne for all of them (in the shape of the death-wound he cannot see), he will let her rest. Now there is only the letting go, and the hardening of the heart. When the others return from the shipyard, with their confused grief and poor, helpless struggles, he will have to be the anchor.
She will not get better. It must be done.
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, to a dear friend soon to be dead.
Day/Theme: Aug. 28, "In sorrow to be here again, I am loving you"
Series: One Piece
Character/Pairing: Zoro, Going Merry, genfic
Rating: PG
notes: *waves* First post...hope I've filled the format out correctly. The fic is a spoiler for the Water 7 arc. Last line of dialogue is from the last three panels of chapter 327, my translation.
It is the last time he will be alone with her. The last time for silence and the occasional fond word, here between the death sentence and the chaos. It is the only time he will have to do his grieving as a boy, before the return of his companions forces him into maturity.
He’s never had much to offer her. No tangerine grove, no lawn chair. No favorite perch on the figurehead. He hasn’t ever filled the galley with warm cooking smells. No workshop for him, no hugging of the mast. Only his own body, settling down for a nap in more or less the same spot every day, and a few contented sighs. He likes to think he has worn a part of her smooth, has made an impression on her with his constant nestling. But he knows they haven’t been together long enough for that.
Which is worse? he wonders. He has known the raw grief of a friend taken away; Death stealing her life away like a thief when he wasn’t there to catch it. But then again, there is also something awful about giving friends away to the dark, with his own hands. And having to say, “She will not get better. It must be done.” If we are to go on, one of us must be left behind.
If she had been stronger....If they had stopped more often for repairs....
At times like these, the mind wanders through what might have been.
“Merry,” he says softly, his voice giving both forgiveness and apology. “Can you really not run anymore...?”
He already knows the answer. She is tired. If he loves her, and if he respects the love she has borne for all of them (in the shape of the death-wound he cannot see), he will let her rest. Now there is only the letting go, and the hardening of the heart. When the others return from the shipyard, with their confused grief and poor, helpless struggles, he will have to be the anchor.
She will not get better. It must be done.
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, to a dear friend soon to be dead.