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Title: Acceptance
Character: Portgas D. Ace
Rating: PG
Word Count: 291
Prompt: Fire
Summary: Sometimes even fire can grow cold.
Notes: Spoilers for chapter 574.
I had originally wanted to write something for Perona, but considering what just happened, I figured Ace deserved a tribute. I never had any strong feelings for the guy, and while I'm pretty sad about it, I actually think that his passing is really important for Luffy's (and everyone else's) growth as a person. But man, what a trooper, eh?
Here's to you, Ace.
~*~
It was cold.
It was the first time he had felt this cold in a long time, really.
There were people shouting, crying, screaming, making every noise imaginable, and it still managed to sound like they were all so far away from him.
Maybe they were, and perhaps it was for the better.
Somebody was holding him, holding on tight as they let out an anguished cry that he was almost glad he couldn’t listen to.
He couldn’t hear anything, now. The distant voices gave way to an undisturbed silence, and it was one that he would never be comfortable with; not when he had grown so used to the constant noise of swords clashing, cannons firing, fists pounding, and the inevitable drunken laughter that came with the celebration of victory that followed. There would be no such party this time around, however.
Or perhaps there would be, once everything was over and done with - because it was what he would have wanted.
To no longer be a burden or the cause of grief for his family; he had wanted to leave this world with no regrets, and while he had hoped there would be no regrets for those still alive, he also knew that such an idea was incredibly naïve.
There would be regrets, there would be guilt, and there would be blame.
Regardless of any prior knowledge that this could happen, such feelings would remain with them for the rest of their days. Still, even the most foolish of men knew that not even a blazing inferno could last forever.
Fire would turn into a flicker. A flicker would turn into a spark. A spark would turn into cinders.
It was cold--
--But he didn’t mind that much.
Character: Portgas D. Ace
Rating: PG
Word Count: 291
Prompt: Fire
Summary: Sometimes even fire can grow cold.
Notes: Spoilers for chapter 574.
I had originally wanted to write something for Perona, but considering what just happened, I figured Ace deserved a tribute. I never had any strong feelings for the guy, and while I'm pretty sad about it, I actually think that his passing is really important for Luffy's (and everyone else's) growth as a person. But man, what a trooper, eh?
Here's to you, Ace.
~*~
It was cold.
It was the first time he had felt this cold in a long time, really.
There were people shouting, crying, screaming, making every noise imaginable, and it still managed to sound like they were all so far away from him.
Maybe they were, and perhaps it was for the better.
Somebody was holding him, holding on tight as they let out an anguished cry that he was almost glad he couldn’t listen to.
He couldn’t hear anything, now. The distant voices gave way to an undisturbed silence, and it was one that he would never be comfortable with; not when he had grown so used to the constant noise of swords clashing, cannons firing, fists pounding, and the inevitable drunken laughter that came with the celebration of victory that followed. There would be no such party this time around, however.
Or perhaps there would be, once everything was over and done with - because it was what he would have wanted.
To no longer be a burden or the cause of grief for his family; he had wanted to leave this world with no regrets, and while he had hoped there would be no regrets for those still alive, he also knew that such an idea was incredibly naïve.
There would be regrets, there would be guilt, and there would be blame.
Regardless of any prior knowledge that this could happen, such feelings would remain with them for the rest of their days. Still, even the most foolish of men knew that not even a blazing inferno could last forever.
Fire would turn into a flicker. A flicker would turn into a spark. A spark would turn into cinders.
It was cold--
--But he didn’t mind that much.