It hit him like a train. Walking into the house his brother's presence was brightly shining. Wild, free, and bright. Like the sun. It never stops growing and when it does finally reach its climax, it blows. Making room for a new life, inspiring so many to find or become their own sun. That was how Dragon would describe his brother's presence. Ever since he was a kid it was so strong people who couldn't feel others they could feel his.
So it only made sense it would grow from a star in the sky to a sun that shines for everyone around it. But now it has changed. No longer a sun sitting in the ever infinite space that was his world but now had one in his orbit.
It was like he gave life instead of just light. He shined for something, someone. Dragon's breath hitched. He put his stuff down on the table. His light was now like a warm blanket covering all who come close.
Already so soon his brother had started his dream. Family doesn't sound so bad if that's the feeling you get from it. Cozy, warm, and protected. No longer wild. Still free. And so, so much brighter.
I can't wait to meet this new light my brother has given a home to.
Wyvern was standing in the living room playing with Merry. Light from the sun pouring down onto the earth and through the windows. And if you looked closely, and the sun catches it just right, you could see the ghost of the pirate he once was. Standing and looking up out towards the sky like he always did. And for the first time since coming back, he was smiling. No one would notice the tears staining his face if all they saw was the bright and cheerful smile that bloomed on his face.
He truly is a sun. A man threaded to the world and the world threaded to him. Listening to the song of the sea promising freedom. For him it was so much more for he could not only hear the song but the call to come and become its child as well.
Dragon had never heard that call, he had never heard the song. But the sweet tune of liberation intertwined with freedom like fate and coincidence. So he had no other choice but to be pulled into the sweet comfort it gave like a moth drawn to a flame.
"Wyvern?"
He twitched, turning around smiling and he chirped, "Liz!" He ran over to where Dragon was standing merry jumping not far behind him. He reached up towards his brother asking to be picked up without speaking.
Dagon happily obliged, picking up the bursting ball of sunshine that is his little brother. "So what do you want for dinner?"
Throwing his hands up high Wyvern yelled, "meat!"
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Green. Not like the deep seaweed green color like Makino's hair, but he light mossy color like Zoro's. Wyvern is walking across the beach looking for something to pass the time when he finds the light green colored plant.
Carefully picking it up and putting it in the bright red bucket his older brother is carrying. "What's the plant for?"
Wyvern looked up into his brothers eyes giggling, "It's a really cool color so I'm gonna grow it in my room!"
The look of nostalgia that crossed Wyverns face didn't go unnoticed by Dragon but was surely unsaid.
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"By careful, I don't want a whole bunch of dirt on the floor up there!"
"Haaaaiiii!"
Wyvern continued running up the stairs with his bucket. Throwing the door open he was welcomed with the colorful stuffing that was his. There was a big window right across the door and bookshelf on one side with his bed on the other.
Bottles filled with plants growing over the sides were tied to the ceiling with rope. Books about navigation and archeology filled the shelf. Trinkets like stones and gems were piled up top a barrel in the corner. And on the walls were covered with pictures of his family past and present. The windowsill was covered in specific pieces of things that reminded him of his nakama. A dark green bottle with a red plant growing out the side of it was for Makino, the black pot he found would now hold his first mates plant, and a big orange and blue candle holder was filled with oranges and money, but when he finally left the island he would buy a couple mikan trees. A yellow festival mask, a pack of cigarettes his brother doesn't know he has, a wood carving of a deer painted in different shades of pink with shells painted as well decorating the antlers, a tea cup from a set he had lying next to the books on the other shelf, a small toy ship and a robot to match, some sheet music, and a deep blue vase with bluebell flowers that he learned meant faithfulness.
He didn't have anything for his brothers. For he knew he would see them again so he only had drawings from memories. At the end of his bed he had a small shelf filled with bottles of medicine and herbs. Years of being with copper had rubbed off on him and old habits die hard.
The room was warm. Filled with things everywhere, hamper by the shelf and blankets lying in a messed up nest looking thing on the bed, a habit he unfortunately picked up from Marco, and pillows tossed all around. Dents and markings on the wall showed the rooms history.
Wyvern shifted the bucket in his arms and walked over the sun shaped carpet that covered the floor. Reaching the windowsill he stepped on the small wooden stool and grabbed the black pot. Using his shovel he transferred the plant over.
After he was done he carved three lines in the front of the pot signifying Zoro' three swords. Moving once again he carefully put the pot on the sill and opened the window causing the slight wind to move the wind chimes and sway the sun catchers. He watered the plant and stared out onto the sea before him.
He doesn't remember how long he had been there until he hears his brother call for dinner. Laughing he steps down and runs for the door turning and looks around. His breath is taken away by the setting orange sun and the glasses causing beautiful colors on the walls and floor. Like a mixed rainbow.
Even though he no longer had his friends with him, the colorful feeling of warmth, happiness and love from things that reminded him of them still sent butterflies in his stomach flying.
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Hey guys! Sorry for the late update, and honestly and very sorry for my laziness. I am a very pitiful person. I just kinda post when inspiration strikes. I really wanted to write a piece about the sun causing pretty colors in his room and wanted it to feel lived in. Hope you liked it! And see y'all next week!