Summary: Drabbles and prompts and quotes.
Warning: I DON'T ANY OF THIS!
Breathing Just A Little
I hold regret in my heart
for the moments I could've made
into something bigger, deeper,
more beautiful,
my heart pumps longing into my body.
I carry apologies in my mouth;
my tongue is swollen with things
I should've said to the people I've loved;
who are now all too far in either body or heart to
reach.
"I hate you!"
The words that settled onto her tongue and came in contact with the outside world were strange. Unusual and odd and something completely out of character.
Little Nami who had not yet been screwed over by the world saw the hurt in a loved ones eyes and the only solution that came to mind was to run.
So she did, without a backwards glance.
It never occurred to Nami that on the same day she decides to rage, she would lose her mother.
Sorry, Bell-mère-san.
Nami doesn't deserve to be her daughter.
(Because Nami committed a sin and even if she tries to atone-it'll never be enough).
"I hate you!"
What did she want? Clothes? Food? Was all of that worth more than Bell-mère-san's love?!
Nami looks down at the log pose but all is blurry and the blue turns to a women of pink with smoke trailing her figure and a bright smile fitted onto her face.
"Nami, I love you!"
And Nami wipes her tears, her heart heavy because it wasn't until there was a grave that she realized you can't get back what you lost.
(And you can't take back what you say-you reap what you sow).
Nami stands up abruptly, chair skidding backwards from the force but her glittering dark, brown eyes are on something unseeing and her hands are clenched.
I''ll map the whole world, Bell-mère-san. Watch me, I'll be as strong as you!
Nami has regrets but with the Straw-Hats she learns that nothing will be gained from looking back so she'll look forward and the next time they meet, she'll say, thick with emotion, "I love you!"
(No regrets, no regrets, no regrets dammit!)
Then hit her stupid-mother on the head because what was she thinking?!
And my mind-
the space behind my eyes
is a gallery of lost chances,
my dreams have all become exhibitions
of things I've failed to achieve.
I feel the years weighing down on my body;
I look in mirrors and find only ghosts.
What kind of peace can there be,
for a soul like mine?
- Body of regret
Brook is walking, loudly.
All click and clack but not even the hums and violin melodies silences his shadowed mind.
Brook tries very hard to fill the silence but not even the waves crashing on the creaking and breaking ship quietens the voice of his regrets.
You know you should've died.
Dead Bones Brook, how literal.
YOU'RE the only one left, PATHETIC!
They should've left someone else to carry the will of the Rumbar Pirates
Poor Laboon, being lied to, there's nobody left for him.
But Brook only hums louder and makes more noises to shut the voices out but it's not working so- "Yohohoho~ Yohohoho~"
Brook's melodies cause joyful men with aged skin around their mouths and a brightness one could only gain from reaching all desires and can die with a smile, to appear.
The crew sing and Brook stares down at the mess-hall where a group of people laugh and eat.
(Of course he stumbles forward in shock and reaches out a hand until it phases through them without a trace but a lingering coldness and a clenched hand, nothing remains apart form a poorly-sellotaped heart which confuses Brook as he keeps getting disappointed when he should be used to it now).
When the song is finished, Brook sets down cold tea onto a table and walks across the deck, staring at deep, murky waters.
A skeleton looks back and Brook thinks that's a representation of everything because he no longer has a heart and he's just bones.
(Along with his dreams and crew and only a broken, and rotted promise remains that ties and saves Brook enough not to just jump into the seemingly merciful coldness below and end it all).