POV youre Chopper
HBD TO THE GOAT
The world is changing. And it let us behind.
Just in time
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The Revolutionary.
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#212 “We could run away.” 😭😭😭
“Y’lookin at me like I'm already gone.”
Tears cloud over your vision as he sits on his cot in front of you, a shell of the man he used to be. His eyes are sunken, bloodshot. He’s grown out his beard to hide the gauntness of his cheeks.
You cannot help the escape of those tears down your cheeks, hiccuping a sob as you stare at the ground. He reaches over and takes your hand in his, pulling you closer to him, gently, slowly, like he was trying to calm a skittish horse.
“C’mere, darlin’.” He guides to sit upon his thigh, winding one arm behind your back as the other one clamps affectionally on your thigh, “There we go… ain't nothin’ to be cryin’ about.”
You frown and lean your forehead against his, a fresh outpouring of tears cascading down your cheeks, as your breathing hastens against his express wishes.
“You’re too pretty to be cryin’ like this.” Arthur swipes his thumb across the your cheek to stem the flow of tears, but you swat his hand away before steeling your nerves and leaning in to take his lips.
Arthur frowns, pulling your hips back to prevent you from kissing him.
“You know we can't.” He quietly pleads, his voice pained.
“Its like you're h-half gone already.” You whisper, hiccuping halfway through the sentence, angry and sad and drowning in reality at the same time.
“I’m right here, darlin’.”
“Let’s go - just, let’s leave-”
He frowns. You press onward, desperately.
“We - we could run away. Let me take you out west where it's dry and -”
“You know we can't do that, sweetheart.” Arthur cuts you off quietly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear affectionately.
The dimple in your chin forms again as your lip quivers, a long breath let out of your nose as he smiles sadly at you.
He draws you in, one hand on the back of your head, shushing you gently as your voice cracks into another sob.
“You’re gonna go on and keep livin’, sweet girl.”
“Not without y-you-”
“Without me. Yer gonna grow into a crotchety old woman and join me years from now.” You can feel his smile against your cheek, and as much as you try not to, you cannot help but laugh at the comment.
“I love you. How am I ever gonna go on without you?”
“You’re a strong girl. Smart. Much smarter than a ol’ dolt like me. You’ll be fine.” Arthur gently rocks you back and forth on his knee, comforting even now as he and you know his time is growing short.
You bury your face into his neck.
This wasn’t supposed to be happening. You were supposed to be doing jobs. Maybe breaking out on your own. Riding across the country. Maybe settling down somewhere hidden when this life finally paid out.
But now…
Your tears fall on the warm skin of his neck, and he gathers you into his embrace, murmuring sweet nothings in your ear, trying to comfort you.
You know you shouldn’t waste this time.
It’s all you have left.
pinky promise
death’s sweet embrace
Peace and quiet
Luffy hauling Law around like a sack of potatoes is the jewel of the Dressrosa arc