One Piece - Prompt #42: Psychic
Title: Permission To Feel
Fandom: One Piece
Characters: Aisa, mentions of Eneru
Prompt: Table #3, Prompt #42 (Psychic)
Word Count: 200
Rating: PG
Summary: The power of Mantra that Aisa possesses is a curse.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Permission To Feel
The power of Mantra that Aisa possesses is a curse. It is the weight of the sky world pressing down on her shoulders--and she cannot make it go away, no matter how hard she prays to a God that answers no one but himself.
She senses death, no matter how peaceful or terrible it is. She senses pain, whether it belongs to a child who is just slightly bleeding or to an adult who has just been forced to send more innocent people to an unforgiving Judgment, a merciless trial. She senses people's movements, and she finds it hard to live in the present when the near future is already playing through her fragile mind.
And usually, she tries to mask her emotions, acts as hard as stone. She only cries when she is alone, when no one can hear her through walls made of heartless clouds.
But when the few people that she has allowed herself to know and care for are heading toward God and his militia only to be killed, she cannot hide the sorrow and the cries for help--because it is the saddest thing when fake angels make a soldier's decision to fly away.
Fandom: One Piece
Characters: Aisa, mentions of Eneru
Prompt: Table #3, Prompt #42 (Psychic)
Word Count: 200
Rating: PG
Summary: The power of Mantra that Aisa possesses is a curse.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Permission To Feel
The power of Mantra that Aisa possesses is a curse. It is the weight of the sky world pressing down on her shoulders--and she cannot make it go away, no matter how hard she prays to a God that answers no one but himself.
She senses death, no matter how peaceful or terrible it is. She senses pain, whether it belongs to a child who is just slightly bleeding or to an adult who has just been forced to send more innocent people to an unforgiving Judgment, a merciless trial. She senses people's movements, and she finds it hard to live in the present when the near future is already playing through her fragile mind.
And usually, she tries to mask her emotions, acts as hard as stone. She only cries when she is alone, when no one can hear her through walls made of heartless clouds.
But when the few people that she has allowed herself to know and care for are heading toward God and his militia only to be killed, she cannot hide the sorrow and the cries for help--because it is the saddest thing when fake angels make a soldier's decision to fly away.