It's Valentine's Day, You Know What That Means....

it's valentine's day, you know what that means....

it means posting the saddest & somehow most heart-warming 'i love you' in all of one piece on the timeline again.

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Brúarfoss Waterfall, Iceland by Sergio Thor Miernik

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a new display would greet the fire fist the moment he retreated into his bedroom in the hours leading up to valentine’s day: twenty specimens—twenty bugs, to be specific—ranging from ornate beetles to praying mantises were lined up with glass jars, with their exact species & area of origin clearly labeled on the bottom. a gift from one nature enthusiast to another. a letter was left on the corner of the display table. 

ace, 

   is it strange to write your son-in-law a valentine’s note? maybe. i’ve never had a son-in-law before, so no idea. but this is business as usual for me, though; law’s nickname for me is short for corazon—if that gives you any indication of what kind of guy i am. i used to do stuff like this all the time when he was younger, and i guess since you’re part of his life now, that should include you. 

i feel like i shouldn’t say“welcome” because, when i came back into law’s life, you were already here. it’s not my place—i’m the stranger, my opinion isn’t something you should care about. so maybe… thank you for welcoming me? i guess it’s true what they say about south blue hospitality: there’s nothing else like it.

but also, thanks for making law happy. i’m not exactly sure how you make him happy yet because talking about emotions isn’t something he does unless you’re literally bleeding out in front of him (don't ask how i know that), but i can see the changes anyway. at least i think i can. i’ve obviously been out of that kid’s life for a long time—but i remember how he was when we got separated. scared. angry. miserable. 

he’s still a moody little runt sometimes, but he’s world’s way from what he was at his worst. so, thanks for helping pick up the pieces while i couldn’t. thanks for giving him a shoulder to lean on, a place to go, someone to confide in—whatever it is you’ve done to make him happy. plus, law has got some high standards—i don’t think he’d fall for just anybody, so you must be an impressive young man yourself. do you know how hard it is for me to impress him? pretty sure i haven’t yet. he just glares and rolls his eyes.

anyway, i hope you two have a nice holiday, and spend it doing something that has nothing to do with overthrowing an island’s tyrannical government (as cool as that is, don’t get me wrong—that just sounds stressful). looking forward to getting to know you more soon, fire fist. i'll see you around.

 　　　　　　　　　　　- corazon

BROWN - CHOCOLATE  eyes  carefully  eye  every  letter  sealed  now  on  the  snow-white  page  of  a  paper  in  his  hands.  if  he  expected  to  get  anything  for  valentine's  day  (  and  to  his  surprise,  he  did  )  then  it  certainly  didn't  fail  to  surprise  him  that  the  man  claiming  to  be  law's  family  left  a  note  and  a  small  gift  for  the  firefist  to  enjoy.  

handful  of  jars  with  labels  now  resting  on  a  wooden  table  in  front  of  his  seat.  all  of  the  words  managed  to  sink  in  like  a  destroyed  ship  and  be  swallowed  by  the  mother  sea  herself.  

a  wash  of  pity  and  gratitude  mixed  with  many  other  feelings  now  swirling  within  the  pirate's  heart  as  if  it  was  a  living  flame  dancing  to  its  heart's  content.  a  warm  smile  welcomed  itself  over  the  fire  fist's  features  at  the  very  end  of  the  letter.  he  sat  back,  settling  the  paper  down  onto  the  table,  and  looked  up  the  wooden  roof  of  his  small  house  at  the  sandy  lands  of  dryville.