Tragic Fictional Siblings... Save Me...

tragic fictional siblings... save me...

tragic fictional siblings

save me tragic fictional siblings

　　　　　❝ a six? ❞

　alarm hadn't reached his voice, but the brief spike from rosinante's brows was enough to convey the older man wished law had said something sooner.

anything higher than a three (dishearteningly common as it might have been these past few months with these daily check-ins) was worth noting, but a six? that was double. that was past the halfway point. that meant law was more actively in pain than not, and the thought was enough to twist the donquixote's gut. he rocked himself to a sitting position, fixing the boy with a stare somewhere bordering between stern & soft.

　❝ kiddo... ❞ he sighed. ❝ thank you for being honest with me, but i really wish you would tell me when things start getting bad sooner. a six is too much, if you ask me. at this point, i'm scared i'll forget to ask one of these days and come back to camp with you having fainted again. is it a... pride thing? are you worried i'm gonna leave you behind like a pack animal that's gotten too sick to take care of? are you scared i'll take you back to the hospital? do you still not trust me? ❞

  𝐋𝐚𝐰   𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧𝐭   𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩   𝐛𝐮𝐭    𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐝   𝐚𝐭   𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞'𝐬   𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤.   𝐡𝐢𝐬   𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬   𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥   𝐢𝐝𝐥𝐲   𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠   𝐭𝐡𝐞   white   splotches   that   adorned   his   complexion   from   the   'poison'   running   through   his   veins.   it   was   something   he   hated   that   he   was   forced   to   be   stuck   with.   a   reminder   of   how   the   other   children   they   would   pass   by   upon   their   venture   would   call   him   all   sorts   of   names   in   which   he   would   always   have   a quick   come   back   or   a   simple   flick   of   his   middle   finger.   where   he   learned   such   a   gesture?   he   wouldn't   say.       ❝      Well,   maybe   .   .   .   just   maybe   .   .   my   taste   buds   are   just   more   refined.    ❞         he   teased,   poking   fun   at   himself   before   sobering   up   at   the   question   about   his   pain.

He   hesitated   for   a   moment,   considering   his   response.   It   wasn't   𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐲   𝐟𝐨𝐫   𝐡𝐢𝐦   𝐭𝐨   𝐚𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐭   𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬,   always   wanting   to   seem   capable   and   strong   ;    especially   to   someone   he   slowly   grew   to   care   about.   But   .   .    he   trusted   Rosinante,   and   he   knew   the   importance   of   being   honest   about   his   condition.   ❝         Let's   see...   ❞     Law   paused,   mentally   assessing   his   discomfort.    ❝        I'd   say   it's   about   a   six   today,   ❞        he   finally   admitted,   𝐚   𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐭   𝐨𝐟   𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞   𝐢𝐧   𝐡𝐢𝐬   𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞.     

   ❝        It's   manageable,   though.   I've   had   worse.   ❞        He   appreciated   Rosinante's   concern,   even   if   he   didn't   always   show   it.   Deep   down,   he   knew   he   was   lucky   to   have   someone   looking   out   for   him,   someone   who   cared   enough   to   ask   about   his   well-being   every   day.   It   was   a   small   gesture,   but   it   meant   the   world   to   him. 

　　　❝ yeah! well, as long as i've known him, at least. ❞

　rosinante loved law; truly, he didーbut conversations had never been his strong suit. baring a small array of topics (usually concerning medicine, or reliving parts of what the two had gone through together all those years ago) conversations tended to be stilted & one-sided, with rosinante often fighting to keep it alive until law's disinterest was so palpable, he couldn't help but get embarrassed and pretend he never initiated any conversation in the first place. sitting in silence and simply basking in each other's company was something they often did, often doing different activities in the same room parallel to each other, but rosinante couldn't deny one of his love languages was definitely talking.

luffy, though? oh, luffy was a dream; a sunny disposition, seemingly limitless energy, eager to chat (especially if rosinante happened to bring food with him onboard the sunny) but, most importantly, seemingly as interested in law as he was.

　❝ part of it is definitely that he's a doctorーhe's actied like a teeny tiny professional ever since he was tenーbut he's also been through a lot. though, the issue is he doesn't like talking, so he just internalizes it. he hates talking so much, he didn't tell you he was in dressrosa to try and kill my brother until all hell had broken lose already, right? he's always been like that. a bit... frustrating, but that's law. ❞

"Me too!Shishishi" Luffy's shoulders jostle with laughter. Law had never tried to correcthim or demanded he stop, by all accounts he'd just accepted it with no other choice. It could have been worse. "His last name ugh Tra—trafela, that it's just hard to say." It's a mouth full with his East Blue accent so instead of getting it wrong every time Tora-o it is.

Face lights up, smile brightly spreading from ear to ear. "Yeah! Ya see it!" Law hasn't said the word himself but they are friends! "He's been so stubborn 'n stuff but I think he had a lot of fun with us. Takes himself real serious all the time, like he's always thinkin' of the worst thing that can happen." Nostrils flare as he huffs. In spite of his gentle probing and curious looks Law was determined to shut himself off from everyone but his crew. "He always been like this?"

　　　❝ uh... maybe? ❞

　rosinante's reply had been startled out of him, not expecting to be approached for conversation and, frankly, very much in his own thoughts. his mind went blank upon hearing the name, and as a result his voice was strained & unsure.

his trips to hq were always uneventful; he had long retired, so he wasn't there on work-related reasons (though, he did pass off any relevant tips he happened to come across if he found it worth reporting) but to visit ex-colleagues and, of course, his adopted father. a quick trip, in & out. it was hard to say he went 'unnoticed' because, with his size & the way he often dressed, he of course stood out everywhere he went no matter how low he hunched. still, as the years went on, his presence to most seemed like less of a novelty & he all but faded into the hustle & bustle of the commotion around him.

perhaps it was fitting that someone equally as eccentric would happen to approach him.

　　　　　❝ you aren't... a friend of his, are you? ❞

It wasn't often that the swordsman was called to the Marine Headquarters. Whatever it was, it ought to have been rather important to the higher-ups if they called for him personally. Others would have perhaps felt honoured to be called upon by the Admirals, though Mihawk really couldn't have cared less. If they really resorted to calling him specifically to get whatever business they sorted out, they truly were desperate and their own troops incompetent.

On his way out, Mihawk had crossed paths with somebody. Now normally he wasn't the type to stop and make small talk, though what struck him about the blond was the coat he wore. A feathery one, at that. He just so happened to know only one other person with such peculiar style, though in a much more eye-soringly vibrant pink shade.

❝ I don't suppose you know a certain Donquixote Doflamingo? ❞

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