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Title: Warmth
Rating: PG
Media: Fic
Pairing/Characters: Brook, with a side appearance from Chopper
Word Count: 273
Prompt: Rain
Brook loved the rain.
For fifty lonely years, he longed for the feel of the sun upon his bones for even a fleeting moment, but still he sailed endlessly on, unable to escape the grim fog that ensconced the Florian Triangle.
He tried to remember the good times with his comrades, but they soon became as obscured with fog as his ship was, their sunny faces replaced with nothing more than skulls. If he could only feel the sun, he thought, he could remember once more.
But ah, the rain! How could he ever forget? Those days, he could pretend that the sun was just around the bend and the Captain called for them to sing along to the rhythm of the raindrops to summon the sun. The sun never came out for Brook alone, but as long as it rained, he could pretend that it would as he slid and whooped along the deck, imagining his Captain’s joyful cries behind him. The rain may have chilled him to the bone - yohoho! - but he could swear that it brought warmth with it.
On the deck of the Sunny, Brook stood still on the deck, face tilted up to stare up at the recent downpour, steadfastly ignoring the fact that it was filling up the holes and cracks in his skull.
A screech came from Chopper, “Brook! Don’t stand out there, you’ll catch a…” A moment of hesitation, for the reindeer was still puzzled by the mechanics of the skeleton. “…a chill.”
“I won’t,” Brook said. “It’s quite warm. Can’t you feel it?”
“Feel what?”
There was a smile in his voice. “The sun.”
Rating: PG
Media: Fic
Pairing/Characters: Brook, with a side appearance from Chopper
Word Count: 273
Prompt: Rain
Brook loved the rain.
For fifty lonely years, he longed for the feel of the sun upon his bones for even a fleeting moment, but still he sailed endlessly on, unable to escape the grim fog that ensconced the Florian Triangle.
He tried to remember the good times with his comrades, but they soon became as obscured with fog as his ship was, their sunny faces replaced with nothing more than skulls. If he could only feel the sun, he thought, he could remember once more.
But ah, the rain! How could he ever forget? Those days, he could pretend that the sun was just around the bend and the Captain called for them to sing along to the rhythm of the raindrops to summon the sun. The sun never came out for Brook alone, but as long as it rained, he could pretend that it would as he slid and whooped along the deck, imagining his Captain’s joyful cries behind him. The rain may have chilled him to the bone - yohoho! - but he could swear that it brought warmth with it.
On the deck of the Sunny, Brook stood still on the deck, face tilted up to stare up at the recent downpour, steadfastly ignoring the fact that it was filling up the holes and cracks in his skull.
A screech came from Chopper, “Brook! Don’t stand out there, you’ll catch a…” A moment of hesitation, for the reindeer was still puzzled by the mechanics of the skeleton. “…a chill.”
“I won’t,” Brook said. “It’s quite warm. Can’t you feel it?”
“Feel what?”
There was a smile in his voice. “The sun.”