One Piece ficlet, Robin-centric
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rainsometimesAnother shortfic, this one from Robin's POV.
Title: Building Blocks
Spoilers/setting: Takes place around manga chapter 389 (start of volume 41)
Word Count: 352
Character: Robin
Rated: G, worksafe
Flavour: Angst. (When will I write another upbeat shortfic, I wonder?)
Summary:
Perhaps she – the thought comes to her very quickly, like a bird riding swift sea winds on a bright but cold morning – perhaps she has in some ways become not too unlike her enemy.
The tower of stone where she is standing in shackles is very strong, thick and well-guarded, in order to both keep criminals from escaping and to prevent break-outs from the outside. But then again, governments also build similar houses for their own leaders, strong and thick enough to protect their most valuable men from enemies. Perhaps the leaders within may feel like prisoners themselves at times, despite all their power.
She has kept herself apart always for survival, the lowest stones around her inner self erected long ago now, but fresher ones added with the years. Eventually there came a day when she did not need to place new stones above the old ones but got by as she were, the structure firmly in place, solid and secure. She found herself a new shelter to hide under, an unusually intriguing – and amusing – little band. Adaptive when she had to be, she realised that to fit in with them she needed to relax her guard slightly; to open up some windows, maybe even knock a rampart or two down for good. But the main walls still held well. – Or so she had thought, not realising her crewmates had ways to sneak through even so.
She has heard some of the explosions from here, and deduced more. They can’t win, but they have surely made their mark on this place already, felling many soldiers, blasting through walls. Now – now, there is Luffy on the roof on the other side of the abyss, shouting her name, and she doubts the rest of them will be long in coming. Her legs are wobbling: inside her, cracks are spreading, stones are shaking.
It is quite cruel of them. She is going to die no matter what. There’s no need to insist on breaking her up and tearing her down before the end.
Author's comments Not sure if this works as the central metaphor seems hackneyed and rather obvious. Hmm.
Title: Building Blocks
Spoilers/setting: Takes place around manga chapter 389 (start of volume 41)
Word Count: 352
Character: Robin
Rated: G, worksafe
Flavour: Angst. (When will I write another upbeat shortfic, I wonder?)
Summary:
Perhaps she – the thought comes to her very quickly, like a bird riding swift sea winds on a bright but cold morning – perhaps she has in some ways become not too unlike her enemy.
The tower of stone where she is standing in shackles is very strong, thick and well-guarded, in order to both keep criminals from escaping and to prevent break-outs from the outside. But then again, governments also build similar houses for their own leaders, strong and thick enough to protect their most valuable men from enemies. Perhaps the leaders within may feel like prisoners themselves at times, despite all their power.
She has kept herself apart always for survival, the lowest stones around her inner self erected long ago now, but fresher ones added with the years. Eventually there came a day when she did not need to place new stones above the old ones but got by as she were, the structure firmly in place, solid and secure. She found herself a new shelter to hide under, an unusually intriguing – and amusing – little band. Adaptive when she had to be, she realised that to fit in with them she needed to relax her guard slightly; to open up some windows, maybe even knock a rampart or two down for good. But the main walls still held well. – Or so she had thought, not realising her crewmates had ways to sneak through even so.
She has heard some of the explosions from here, and deduced more. They can’t win, but they have surely made their mark on this place already, felling many soldiers, blasting through walls. Now – now, there is Luffy on the roof on the other side of the abyss, shouting her name, and she doubts the rest of them will be long in coming. Her legs are wobbling: inside her, cracks are spreading, stones are shaking.
It is quite cruel of them. She is going to die no matter what. There’s no need to insist on breaking her up and tearing her down before the end.
Author's comments Not sure if this works as the central metaphor seems hackneyed and rather obvious. Hmm.
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