Sum and parts
Aug. 27th, 2009 11:49 pmTitle: Sum and parts
Rating: G
Media: fic
Pairing/Characters: Robin (& background crew)
Word Count: 300
Prompt: Rope
Note: It's still Thursday for eleven minutes here. That totally counts, right?
Patiently clutching a dozen ropes whipped free by the storm, Robin has been contemplating in how many ways the raging sea could defeat their small, fragile ship. Their home.
Now, still waiting for the boys to secure the lines, Robin muses on the word. Home.
Long ago, home was a vague, warm feeling. A soft, buttery yellow on the canvas of her memory, nearly obliterated by violent strokes of burning orange and freezing white and so many shades of darkness.
As a child, she had sometimes allowed herself to gather that worn memory close in the night. To imagine that when she opened her eyes, there would be a wedge of light on the floor, spilling out of a room where someone was watching over her.
Her eyes screwed shut, she could almost hear them - gentle voices, snatches of song. Maybe they would come -- footsteps like thudding heartbeats, her eyes flown wide open in the darkness, alert for footsteps coming to hurt-catch-hunt...
Robin never quite forgot home. She remembered enough to recognize it when she found them. Not the half-dreamed room of her childhood, but people. Home was those who took her in and followed her through fire and ice and darkness and never let go.
Now there is no need to imagine. Home is all around her, given form in this place defined by sound and movement. Tonight it is the pitching waves and the howling storm. Other nights, it's a gentle swell, a creaking deck, and a playful wind in lines and sails.
Wood and rope and cloth, small and fragile on a vast ocean, this home is safe and strong beyond anything she ever imagined.
It's a place where footsteps in the darkness make her smile.
Robin tightens her grip on the last rope. Like them, she won't ever let go.
Rating: G
Media: fic
Pairing/Characters: Robin (& background crew)
Word Count: 300
Prompt: Rope
Note: It's still Thursday for eleven minutes here. That totally counts, right?
Patiently clutching a dozen ropes whipped free by the storm, Robin has been contemplating in how many ways the raging sea could defeat their small, fragile ship. Their home.
Now, still waiting for the boys to secure the lines, Robin muses on the word. Home.
Long ago, home was a vague, warm feeling. A soft, buttery yellow on the canvas of her memory, nearly obliterated by violent strokes of burning orange and freezing white and so many shades of darkness.
As a child, she had sometimes allowed herself to gather that worn memory close in the night. To imagine that when she opened her eyes, there would be a wedge of light on the floor, spilling out of a room where someone was watching over her.
Her eyes screwed shut, she could almost hear them - gentle voices, snatches of song. Maybe they would come -- footsteps like thudding heartbeats, her eyes flown wide open in the darkness, alert for footsteps coming to hurt-catch-hunt...
Robin never quite forgot home. She remembered enough to recognize it when she found them. Not the half-dreamed room of her childhood, but people. Home was those who took her in and followed her through fire and ice and darkness and never let go.
Now there is no need to imagine. Home is all around her, given form in this place defined by sound and movement. Tonight it is the pitching waves and the howling storm. Other nights, it's a gentle swell, a creaking deck, and a playful wind in lines and sails.
Wood and rope and cloth, small and fragile on a vast ocean, this home is safe and strong beyond anything she ever imagined.
It's a place where footsteps in the darkness make her smile.
Robin tightens her grip on the last rope. Like them, she won't ever let go.
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Date: 2009-08-27 03:24 pm (UTC)I wish I could define my home like that. Even with us being together in a house, we all feel like strangers. T.T
Still 11 minutes left?? I'm sure that's counted and I hope so! <3
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Date: 2009-08-28 01:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-28 01:44 am (UTC)I cried when I watched her past and good thing my brothers were at school. XD
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Date: 2009-08-27 03:44 pm (UTC)I love how Robin only had a vague notion and half-remembered memory of home before she met Luffy and the others. And now, home is where they are. ♥ True to her character, and adorable.
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Date: 2009-08-28 01:23 am (UTC)I'm glad you thought it was in character for her - and I'm glad you liked the rest of the writing. I was quite happy with it myself.
Now go give us a new prompt!! (See, you win. Literally!)
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Date: 2009-08-27 04:54 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-08-27 06:44 pm (UTC)Oh Robin &hearts
I love the different form of imagery here - the colours for her first home, and the tactile and living descriptions of the ship!
and it's funny because I was just listening to Far From Home by Groove Coverage and thinking of how much I'd love to make an amv of Robin to the song XP
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Date: 2009-08-28 01:27 am (UTC)Yay! Happy you like it. ♥
Don't know the song, but Robin AMVs are always a good thing!
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Date: 2009-08-28 01:40 am (UTC)*sigh* I waaant to make an amv, but that would involve downloading episodes and video converters and converting episodes and...and I don't think it will happen :( Ah well, I will listen to the song and think of Robin and Luffy and namaka love &hearts
Chaaaaapteeeer 555, wheeeereeee aaaaareee yoooouuu!?!