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utorak, 27.10.2009.

random One Piece ficcage

I wrote this out by hand when I was sick last week in an attempt to distract myself from the horrendous body aches I was experiencing . . . obviously I was in an odd state of mind, and I'm not really sure what to think of it. It's either really beautiful or really sappy, I can't decide which. D:It's in response to episode 247, during which I'm not afraid to admit I cried like LITTLE BABY GIRL. So, it will make no sense if you haven't seen that episode. (Although honestly speaking, even then it might not make any sense.) But I'm interested to know what someone else thinks, so I'd appreciate feedback if you've also been following One Piece.Title: Dance of the KlabautermannFandom: One PieceRating: GSummary: The fairy sings a tale of joy.The fairy sings.On tiptoes of seashells and a raincoat of brine, he twirls out patterns amongst the stars, reflecting the currents of the oceans below. Delicate are the threads of fate, and this voyage had been mapped out in the thin wiry strings of destinys tapestry before the fairy came into being, a kings pixie bedecked on ancient, faraway shores.The archer brought with it war, with the goat chasing its heels, grazing the desolate pastures of a wasteland. The Aquarians dawn heralded prosperity, during which the ocean gave birth to the fish, which gave birth to the ships. The sign of the captain, the noble ram, came into the world, and the ancient tale of its treasure of fleece mirrored the sentiment of this new age, an age of treasure-seeking, an age of romance and endless adventure.It has been called many names, a lot of them feminine, some of them fearless, and when he came into his new skin, he had expected something as headstrong as the figurehead hed been granted. So when he was christened with joy, by sailors with heavy pasts and light hearts, he knew then where his own heart lay; it thumped to new life within his breast with a few rusty creaks, dislodging the barnacles growing within its chambers. Seven dreams, three of which had been pricked by the Gods needle, all of which had been touched by the Gods meddlesome fingertips. Their voyage had begun long ago, remnants of legends and promises and whispers from the past, and it proceeds through their lives just as they proceed through it. A lot to live up to indeed, but the fairy knows in its deep blue soul that they need only sail and live, mixing their laughter with tears, because whether or not their dreams come to pass is, in reality, only half of the journey.A life lived for adventure, and the fairy dances along their seaward path, singing tales of love and loss, absurdity and regret, but most of all, adventure and triumph. He smiles when he thinks that his own place in this tale, told ages later, will be that of a nakama, instead of just a block of wood. And while his time with them rises and falls as quickly as the sun, or so it seems in his spectre, he plods forward with the fierceness of the mighty ram, and when he finally meets rest on a friendly shore, he can only dance and sing in the face of his nakamas tears. Cry not, my prince, for I was born from the blackest depths of a murky sea into your two reaching arms.Cry not, my princess, for I have borne your fruit, I have tasted your charms.Cry not, my prince, for I understand the pain you sweat as if it were my own.Cry not, my prince, for I have sailed a sea that should rightly have been flown.Cry not, my prince, for I have seen through your two eyes the utopias that you seek.Cry not, my prince, for it is due to your care I have never been weak.Cry not, my princess, for I have written your own history in the wood of my skin.Cry not, my children, for I will forever call you my kin.The fairy dances off the stage, leaving trails of salt water and memory, which evaporate into a cloud the shape of a mallet.~~~~~~~~~~~

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