Time for something short
Oct. 4th, 2008 11:18 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rainsometimesIt’s been a long while since I wrote anything short. Here’s a Vivi ficlet for my series of Strawhat-centred drabbles that are mostly based on canon moments. (I’d intended to base them all on canon moments, but Sanji had to go and be different.) Concrit and other feedback is, as always, very much appreciated.
Title: The Sweetest Sound
Word Count: 205
Pairing: none
Characters: Vivi, Strawhats 1-6
Spoilers/setting/summary: Based on pages 11-13 in manga chapter 212, “A small justice” (vol. 23) I feel a bit guilty over putting my own clumsy words to what I consider one of Oda’s most beautiful quiet sequences. But I wanted to work from a canon moment, and this one was the only one I could think of for Vivi.
Disclaimer: The characters of One Piece belong to Eiichiro Oda and are used here without permission. This fic is not to be used for profit.
The steady sound of raindrops on the roof continued all through the night. The full moon outside looked blurry through the wet windows, but the light still spread itself all over her friends’ sleeping figures. Perhaps tonight it was raining all over the kingdom.
Each of them were wounded and wrapped in bandages, with deep cuts and broken bones and bruises all over. They’d been roughed up and smashed down and dried out and poisoned and utterly exhausted.
Vivi turned her head from the window every so often, seeing how the shadows on their faces shifted as the moon gently moved through the night-time sky. The rain kept falling and her friends kept snoring and somehow the two sounds combined was the sound of victory. No, more than victory. Of peace. Of freedom.
It had been a very long day indeed. The longest she had ever been through. And now that the battle was over, there was little enough she could do.
She stayed in the sickroom throughout the night, and the rain never stopped. It kept coming down in gentle abundance, and she watched it fall while keeping guard over her friends, knowing deep in her heart she had begun to tell them goodbye.
Now I only have a Brook drabble/ficlet to go... if, some day, I can manage that. I like writing Brook in dialogue, but I feel a bit intimidated by the prospect of writing from inside his skull, so to speak. ;p
Title: The Sweetest Sound
Word Count: 205
Pairing: none
Characters: Vivi, Strawhats 1-6
Spoilers/setting/summary: Based on pages 11-13 in manga chapter 212, “A small justice” (vol. 23) I feel a bit guilty over putting my own clumsy words to what I consider one of Oda’s most beautiful quiet sequences. But I wanted to work from a canon moment, and this one was the only one I could think of for Vivi.
Disclaimer: The characters of One Piece belong to Eiichiro Oda and are used here without permission. This fic is not to be used for profit.
The steady sound of raindrops on the roof continued all through the night. The full moon outside looked blurry through the wet windows, but the light still spread itself all over her friends’ sleeping figures. Perhaps tonight it was raining all over the kingdom.
Each of them were wounded and wrapped in bandages, with deep cuts and broken bones and bruises all over. They’d been roughed up and smashed down and dried out and poisoned and utterly exhausted.
Vivi turned her head from the window every so often, seeing how the shadows on their faces shifted as the moon gently moved through the night-time sky. The rain kept falling and her friends kept snoring and somehow the two sounds combined was the sound of victory. No, more than victory. Of peace. Of freedom.
It had been a very long day indeed. The longest she had ever been through. And now that the battle was over, there was little enough she could do.
She stayed in the sickroom throughout the night, and the rain never stopped. It kept coming down in gentle abundance, and she watched it fall while keeping guard over her friends, knowing deep in her heart she had begun to tell them goodbye.
Now I only have a Brook drabble/ficlet to go... if, some day, I can manage that. I like writing Brook in dialogue, but I feel a bit intimidated by the prospect of writing from inside his skull, so to speak. ;p