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onepiece_300Title: Birth
Rating: K
Media: Fanfiction
Pairing/Characters: Marco/Ace
Word Count: 300
Prompt: Candle
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catiprojectc ♥ To another year of existence whether or not you like it, babe, and one for luck for the exams.
Summary: There is certainty in the way each new year passes. Birth doesn't always involve screaming either. ... All right. Maybe it does.
Birth
Life is measured by candles. One year, one candle, one more step away from being a child, an adult.
One more step in the direction of—
He finds the certainty calming (frightening).
If life is measured by candles, life itself is fire, burning slow and steady, leaving, in its wake, the charred remains of its wick. Its after-image is imprinted on wax. Memories like curious finger-prints eager to make a mark.
To be recalled.
Fire rages and doesn’t look back. There’s no starting over. No re-building cities buried in ash and smouldering flame. No rescuing of little boys bearing the burden of their fathers’ name, mark (love, legacy), left behind to add candle, after candle, to the scales (Another. Another. Anoth—).
He is fire.
The little boy never blows out his candles. Never makes wishes. He remembers the fleeting flare at its brightest, before the light goes out.
Before them.
Thatch cheats his birthday out of him, Vista choreographs the song and dance, Jozu holds him back from protesting and Pops blows his candles out (accidentally).
Someone else makes the wish.
There’s warmth softer and more controlled than his wild flame against his lips later that night. He accepts it, presses against it and drinks like it’s a fucking promise.
Live, Ace.
He burns his brightest now, fighting stronger winds. He wills the little boy not to cry as face after horrific face imprints themselves on wax.
He wishes. For something (anything) to ward off the winds, help him burn a little longer. What comes is a pulsing blue fire. Eternal.
He counts another candle.
The birth of his new flame - rising from its ashes - is brighter than the ending of his last.
Marco, Marco, Marc—
Something burns sweetly into the night, smelling of blood and smoke.
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A/N: Sometime in this life, I will figure out just wherein lies the difficulty of keeping to the word-count without half killing myself in the editing process. Peace, lovelies, and cheers to abstract rambling under artistic license~ >)
Rating: K
Media: Fanfiction
Pairing/Characters: Marco/Ace
Word Count: 300
Prompt: Candle
Comments: Happy birthday,
catiprojectc ♥ To another year of existence whether or not you like it, babe, and one for luck for the exams. Summary: There is certainty in the way each new year passes. Birth doesn't always involve screaming either. ... All right. Maybe it does.
Birth
Life is measured by candles. One year, one candle, one more step away from being a child, an adult.
One more step in the direction of—
He finds the certainty calming (frightening).
If life is measured by candles, life itself is fire, burning slow and steady, leaving, in its wake, the charred remains of its wick. Its after-image is imprinted on wax. Memories like curious finger-prints eager to make a mark.
To be recalled.
Fire rages and doesn’t look back. There’s no starting over. No re-building cities buried in ash and smouldering flame. No rescuing of little boys bearing the burden of their fathers’ name, mark (love, legacy), left behind to add candle, after candle, to the scales (Another. Another. Anoth—).
He is fire.
The little boy never blows out his candles. Never makes wishes. He remembers the fleeting flare at its brightest, before the light goes out.
Before them.
Thatch cheats his birthday out of him, Vista choreographs the song and dance, Jozu holds him back from protesting and Pops blows his candles out (accidentally).
Someone else makes the wish.
There’s warmth softer and more controlled than his wild flame against his lips later that night. He accepts it, presses against it and drinks like it’s a fucking promise.
Live, Ace.
He burns his brightest now, fighting stronger winds. He wills the little boy not to cry as face after horrific face imprints themselves on wax.
He wishes. For something (anything) to ward off the winds, help him burn a little longer. What comes is a pulsing blue fire. Eternal.
He counts another candle.
The birth of his new flame - rising from its ashes - is brighter than the ending of his last.
Marco, Marco, Marc—
Something burns sweetly into the night, smelling of blood and smoke.
---
A/N: Sometime in this life, I will figure out just wherein lies the difficulty of keeping to the word-count without half killing myself in the editing process. Peace, lovelies, and cheers to abstract rambling under artistic license~ >)
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Date: 2010-01-18 07:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-19 11:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-19 11:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-18 08:30 pm (UTC)Aaaaw, I love it.. and it's a birthday present and it's so lovely and cute and...
TT.TT don't know but it just heart grabbing really,
The part where the candels get blown out by whitebeard/ by accident \ just made me go aaaaw...
and then there's the oooooow.. part that makes me all wuzzy and fuzzy inside and..
*MASSIVE INCREDIBLE AWSOME HUG OF MEGANESS XD *
Thank you dear, awsome gift is awsome!! *hugs* YOU KICK ASS!! in a damn good way.
*.* I love your writing.
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Date: 2010-01-19 12:06 pm (UTC)I was thinking the Whitebeard was all: "Now, for Ace to blow out his damn candles. Hurry up, lads, we don't have al--all-- all, AHCHOO! ... fuck." Which is why Ace was all, like, '-_- thanks, pops.'
IT WAS HELLUVA TIME TRYING TO INCLUDE BIRTHDAYS INTO THIS PROMPT FOR YOU. D< Thank god the prompt was 'candles', damnit. Otherwise, I might have been a singularly very disgruntled individual. *MASSIVE HUG BACK*
And thanks. :D It's always nice to be appreciated, hey? <3
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Date: 2010-01-19 08:10 pm (UTC)LMAO. Oh god, I can actually picture that, maybe if I try really hard I can actually draw that scene. LMAO. maybe into a little comic or something... but eah that's way above my current abilites, I shall put it on my must do at least once in my life time to do list. XD
LMAO. Aaaaaw. *grins and hugglse* it's so awsome you went so far to make this for my birthday it makes me wiggle and flail out of sheer happiness. *snuggles* THANK YOU!!
Haha.. aah yeah. XD it is.!
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Date: 2010-01-18 10:14 pm (UTC)Your writing never ceases to amaze me. *_* THAT IS ALL. <333333
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Date: 2010-01-19 12:08 pm (UTC)That, is. KAJSLKJAD. -flush- FINE. BE TO-THE-POINT, SUCCINCT AND SO FLATTERING. BRB BLUSHING. ♥
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Date: 2010-01-19 02:49 pm (UTC)fft. I swear, you're making me ship Marco/Ace which...makes no sense since the latest chapters are making me loathe Ace rofl. DAMN IT ALL but not really. :> you and your uncanny ability to make me enjoy things that normally make me cringe. <3
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Date: 2010-01-19 04:06 pm (UTC)I live to serve and please and indulge fandom with my writing. I'm just glad it seems to be working. XD I seem to be nurturing many uncanny abilities that go against the very core of your being. .. I LIKE THAT. >D I swear I won't abuse my abilities to do so. -solemn-
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Date: 2010-01-19 01:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-19 12:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-21 02:07 am (UTC)Thatch cheats his birthday out of him, Vista choreographs the song and dance, Jozu holds him back from protesting and Pops blows his candles out (accidentally).
NNNNNGH WHITEBEARD COMMANDERS I HEART YOU SO BAD. D: