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somehow some of the citizens here seem very obsessed with height. they should know that the taller you are, the harder you hit the ground when you fall.

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words spoken by a tongue as sharp as knives were offered in return as rosinante's glare dug into golden eyes revealing themselves as the man turned with the force of his grip. for a moment, a gasp left from lips painted into an almost clownish smile, enlongating from each corner of his mouth putting the phrase "turning the frown upside down" into a display as litteral as could be.

rosinante was, however, not smiling.

neither was the man before him with eyes bearing so much semblance to those that despised the world and everything in it; but unlike the kid who had that hidden loneliness and fear laying underneath all that hatred, in this man's eyes, rosinante saw nothing but confidence and a spirit that could not be swayed.

not only the eyes, in fact the resemblance was further widespread to the point where confusion was almost eminent, where one might suspect a relative if not for the knowledge that any single blood tie law should have would no longer be of this world, perished in the inhumane purge of flevance.

a joke was perhaps a very good suggestion. a cruel reminder of the folly of mortals, granted one who had been born as a god. if he was no longer alive, why could he not simply rest peacefully?

"..." words dying on his tongue despite the power of silence having no current hold of his person, rosinante released his grip on the other and lit a cigarette.

"perhaps so," he finally acknowledged. "this might be a blessing from the skies or a trick of the devils. but if my last moments of awareness before moving on have to be a mirage... well, something like this might be what that brat would end up like. wouldn't that just be great?" fingers pitching the bud, the smoke that was building up in his lungs and airways exhaled into a cloud. that was how it was in the end, huh? no matter how real everything may feel in his moment of distress and weakness, now that he had calmed down, the original conclusion of his demise resurfaced within his mind.

large figure turned away from the image of his mind, his presumed final present before the end. he'd seen enough.

"if he can grow up like this and become his own person free of the shackles of the past, then i can want nothing more." his hand slowly fell down against his side, the faint glow of the cigarette moving along with it. he didn't need it now, not anymore. with acceptance in his expression, rosinante looked towards the sky and closed his eyes.

and then he caught fire.

it felt horrible.

being trapped in such a place made of more unknowns and incognita than actual tangible answers for him to hold onto and consult, with no way to properly access the ope ope no mi outside of one or two techniques at best and his haki completely unresponsive to his pleas was something he could deal with —stressful but manageable, comparable somehow to a fight with seastone latched 'pon his wrists, for surgeon of death already had the misfortune of being all too knowledgeable of survival arts long before heartshaped fruit of desire oh so intrinsically hated by all - seas had received his bite within cold lands of endless snow, back when everything burned and ached and was oh so ready to loom over and claim his life the moment little hands would've lost their grasp on that given, fleeting morsel of hope.

not that he needed to actually move within the arrangements and guidelines of strict survival, really —whoever ruled with the lives of the many dragged within island's confine and played along as if they were but puppets and toys at their all - observing disposal for sure didn't seem to want them struggle that much or be in excessive distress to make their fun unenjoyable somehow, granting them roofs 'bove their heads and sources of income that somehow didn't involve any pillaging or activities more attuned to a pirate's ungrateful existence.

and yet, even if being merely a doctor was but a dream at home and a reality within those limited and overly observed confines, without being able to at least assess the condition of his crew it all seemed to just amplify tenfold —the sleeplessness, hunger barely hanging there as a routinely habit rather than a proper need, worries increasing just alongside pictorials of worst case scenarios having too much glee in reminding themselves of their presence to hold onto whatever still remained of his poor, shattered heart as if it hadn't been long broken and scattered across all four blues enough.

( he could only hope —just like back then, within swallow island's infinite snowscapes painted in red by fratricide's blood and his own screams, he could only cling to hope. )

alas hope was of no use when things such as this happened regardless of this being someplace akin to environment under cautious monitoring and control or the unruly, chaotic seas with its waves and magnetic irruences and hungry beasts and hungrier sailors who made of seafaring their life and purpose and freedom —teeth gritting at sudden threat made of a shoulder being grabbed and collar of yellow shirt, disgruntled groan off rosegold lips and gaze of dull oldcoin gold daring to roll in mockery of grimace. " oi, what the fuck is wrong with you ?! " last time he checked ghost of old flevance wasn't back within groves of sabaody nor he was in the presence of that redhaired idiot who loved to play invincible behind layers of overly elaborate metal, nothing he couldn't easily flick away with a simple hue of TAKT. " i've always had this hat, what are you talking a— "

eyes of ore darting back to assailant's only to widen in sudden and yet oh so painful shock, his own heart surely reaching a standstill because it couldn't be, it just couldn't be real, it had to be some sort of trick from uppermost echelons of that wretched rock surrounded by unsailable seas —it had to be a fucking nightmare.

" ... is this some kind of joke. "

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@flevancian

the thing about life was, that although it had a certain way of undergoing unexpected twists and turns, there were still certain rules every human being must abide by. death was one such thing, and other than one source he only knew about from history, rosinante was certain that there was no way one could cheat ones demise, whether untimely or not. once dead, a person did not suddenly come back to life.

except that was exactly the case at this very moment. the big hand that should be unmoving ran towards his chest where his brother's bullets had pierced, the pain from the last moments of his life flashing before him as all he could do was hold on. hold on just long enough for that crying child to escape in silence. it had been his duty to follow through towards the end, and he could only die because he knew law was able to walk as a free person from thereon out. grow up. spite fate. become a remarkable adult. so how was he alive again?

the initial shock, however, only lasted mere moments. how long had he been gone for? how long had he left that child wounded in body and soul, left to fend for himself in the midst of the enemy's zone? no allies in the marines, no allies in the family. but law was a smart kid, he was bound to make it out alive.

wherever he was, it definitely wasn't rubeck island, nor did his surroundings resemble any of the other islands in the vicinity. could it be law had returned for him, that he wasn't actually dead and that the kid had managed to heal his wounds and brought him to a safe space? in that case he'd have to find him. but without fully knowing the situation he still had to be careful. after all, he had disobeyed orders, and would most likely find no help within the local authorities.

long and hurried strides brought his large form throughout the city streets, eyes franctically glancing around to find the smallest clue until he laid eyes on a hat very much resembling that the little brat would always wear. immediately rosinante feared the worst, and violently he grabbed the man's shoulder, twisted him around and held him by the collar. "what did you do to the little kid who wore that hat?!"

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putting out a small starter call with a cap of 3 and cast mates exemp

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corazon ( donquixote rosinante ) || one piece

stupidly tall but not because he's a giant, just because he's a one piece character

how come one of the best characters in the series only appears for 7 chapters?

he's incredibly awkward in the way he interacts with others, but he always means well

"you're a d law"

smokes like a chimney

"corazon is on fire!" (literally)

his entire character he shows to his brother is an act. definitely. especially the clumsiness. after all who would be that clumsy? right? haha.

will never be able to forgive his brother, but at the same time will never be able to truly hate his brother

therapy? what's that? we don't need it in this household (even though we could definitely use it)

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holds them like little potatoes

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Happy secret santa for @hyperbolicreverie!

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warm

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i've got some theories on how cora gained his brother's trust when first infiltrating the family