She says what she must but...
Mar. 22nd, 2010 12:48 pmTitle: Honesty
Rating: PG
Prompt: Virgin
Word Count:after some painful editing 299
They stand on the hill in the starlight, hand in sweaty hand. Her heart surges forward and pulls back. Each surge is stronger than the last and fills her head with water and soft silly foam. He takes a deep breath, thin nostrils flaring and touches her cheek that with a hard callused hand that smells like salt and sun.
“Are you a virgin?” he asks, voice soft. They had told her to say no. That pirates will always take what belongs to others. She’s never been able to lie, not even when it might hurt. So she smiles and ducks her head and says:
“Yes.”
***
The baby is sick and squalling. The new doctor, whip-thin and nervous—a refugee from an island flattened by cruel men. She rocks the child in her arms and looks at him with tired eyes.
“You’re not the pirate’s woman, are you?” he asks from the open doorway. “I won’t do anything for pirates.”
She bites the inside of her lip and slowly nods, then winces as the door slams. She’s never been able to lie, even when she should.
***
Her head is pounding, her tongue is swollen and her body feels like cast iron, creaking with fever. Outside she can hear the irritated noises of the villagers, doors slam and people shout. It’s beautiful.
They told her to tell him to stop. They told her it isn't good for anyone.
He comes in, smiling at her with glassy eyes. Her own eyes smart and sting. She reaches up and touches his cheek, brown and smooth. She will miss him most.
“The pirates are coming,” he says. “They really are! You believe me, right?”
She’s never been able to lie. Even when it does hurt. She smiles and says:
“Of course.”
Rating: PG
Prompt: Virgin
Word Count:
They stand on the hill in the starlight, hand in sweaty hand. Her heart surges forward and pulls back. Each surge is stronger than the last and fills her head with water and soft silly foam. He takes a deep breath, thin nostrils flaring and touches her cheek that with a hard callused hand that smells like salt and sun.
“Are you a virgin?” he asks, voice soft. They had told her to say no. That pirates will always take what belongs to others. She’s never been able to lie, not even when it might hurt. So she smiles and ducks her head and says:
“Yes.”
***
The baby is sick and squalling. The new doctor, whip-thin and nervous—a refugee from an island flattened by cruel men. She rocks the child in her arms and looks at him with tired eyes.
“You’re not the pirate’s woman, are you?” he asks from the open doorway. “I won’t do anything for pirates.”
She bites the inside of her lip and slowly nods, then winces as the door slams. She’s never been able to lie, even when she should.
***
Her head is pounding, her tongue is swollen and her body feels like cast iron, creaking with fever. Outside she can hear the irritated noises of the villagers, doors slam and people shout. It’s beautiful.
They told her to tell him to stop. They told her it isn't good for anyone.
He comes in, smiling at her with glassy eyes. Her own eyes smart and sting. She reaches up and touches his cheek, brown and smooth. She will miss him most.
“The pirates are coming,” he says. “They really are! You believe me, right?”
She’s never been able to lie. Even when it does hurt. She smiles and says:
“Of course.”
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Date: 2010-03-22 05:53 pm (UTC)I love this! I love you!! This is too awesome!!!
I didn't get who it was until the last part, and them OMG, I was so in awe!!!!
It's bittersweet. Tooooo bittersweet. And lovely. Poor Banchina. Poor Usopp. Augh!
Awesome job! *wiggles and babbles incoherently*
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Date: 2010-03-22 05:55 pm (UTC)YEs!
Date: 2010-03-22 07:02 pm (UTC)You go Dandy...stealing my thoughts!
Seriously great stuff here...I was totally not sure who it was at first either (I was thinking Nami maybe, forced into some Arlong bad place) but I loved how the ending just tied it up together so sweetly and really reflected the character.
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Date: 2010-03-22 07:14 pm (UTC)Gah! This is glorious!!
Banchina definitely needs more love and poetic irony is like a manic little lure drawing us in...
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Date: 2010-03-23 08:01 am (UTC)Excuse me while I cry. ;_____;
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Date: 2010-03-27 03:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-27 03:31 pm (UTC)