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onepiece_300Title: Sire
Rating: K
Media: Fanfiction
Pairing/Characters: Silvers Rayleigh
Word Count: 300
Prompt: Myth
Comments: I blame the re-watching of BBC’s Merlin. D:
Summary: Myth and legend are told in stories. They harbour dreams that live in the hearts of children, the strength of men and the bosoms of women. Luffy, of course, doesn’t get any of this shit and doesn’t care. He takes to the seas to be free, and Rayleigh smiles, because that’s how a king should always behave.
Sire
We are such stuff: As dreams are made on.
Dreams are the stuff of myth and legend. A slow unwinding vortex of ‘what if’s and ‘could have been’s only ever so often culminating into reality.
Most myths are hearsays. No one can ever prove them true (or false). They are the words recorded on parchment, etched on stone, sung in song and passed on in stories.
None left can truly claim their origins.
He had heard his share of stories – some real, some fabricated (who can tell?) – and told his fair share of tales. Yet, he had been a non-believer; so stuck was he in the trivialities of life that he didn’t see past the fairytales, couldn’t see past the myths.
But that was all in the past.
It had taken him thirty years and a right good smacking around the face, but he had, at last, been dragged to sea by a man his age in years and many years his junior in heart.
(Only children have dreams like these.)
He’d known many stories, but none applied themselves to a being so completely made by the intangible stuff of dreams.
“I’m going to create both myth and legend, mate. You just wait and see.”
He turned a believer on the day the axe had fallen and bled the seas that now charted the course of the Age of Dreams.
The age of those with the will of D.
The ones who will carry with them the heart of the Once and Future King.
Myth had seen one king fall. Legend had seen another. Reality, three more fell.
And as Silvers Rayleigh, first-mate of the Pirate King, looked at a grin so full of teeth, charisma and life, he smiled into his whiskey.
Dreams would bear the last full sail.
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Rating: K
Media: Fanfiction
Pairing/Characters: Silvers Rayleigh
Word Count: 300
Prompt: Myth
Comments: I blame the re-watching of BBC’s Merlin. D:
Summary: Myth and legend are told in stories. They harbour dreams that live in the hearts of children, the strength of men and the bosoms of women. Luffy, of course, doesn’t get any of this shit and doesn’t care. He takes to the seas to be free, and Rayleigh smiles, because that’s how a king should always behave.
Sire
We are such stuff: As dreams are made on.
Dreams are the stuff of myth and legend. A slow unwinding vortex of ‘what if’s and ‘could have been’s only ever so often culminating into reality.
Most myths are hearsays. No one can ever prove them true (or false). They are the words recorded on parchment, etched on stone, sung in song and passed on in stories.
None left can truly claim their origins.
He had heard his share of stories – some real, some fabricated (who can tell?) – and told his fair share of tales. Yet, he had been a non-believer; so stuck was he in the trivialities of life that he didn’t see past the fairytales, couldn’t see past the myths.
But that was all in the past.
It had taken him thirty years and a right good smacking around the face, but he had, at last, been dragged to sea by a man his age in years and many years his junior in heart.
(Only children have dreams like these.)
He’d known many stories, but none applied themselves to a being so completely made by the intangible stuff of dreams.
“I’m going to create both myth and legend, mate. You just wait and see.”
He turned a believer on the day the axe had fallen and bled the seas that now charted the course of the Age of Dreams.
The age of those with the will of D.
The ones who will carry with them the heart of the Once and Future King.
Myth had seen one king fall. Legend had seen another. Reality, three more fell.
And as Silvers Rayleigh, first-mate of the Pirate King, looked at a grin so full of teeth, charisma and life, he smiled into his whiskey.
Dreams would bear the last full sail.
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