[Weeks had become months, eyes and limbs weary from their time without use. It felt as if he'd opened his lids for the first time in what felt like ages, a time long past and the sights he now took in resulting in a world he had not known before. Sure, there were familiar sights and faces to encounter, but much of what he had known seems to have been forgotten, at least with a level of clarity that he used to hold.
Gone was the laughter he'd shared with the few he had been close with, parting ways now that his head was swimming with confusion and loss. He'd been left now in the world he once called "home", feeling more like a stranger than ever before when the pirate should feel as accustomed to the setting as the birds and trees. So much of him was unsure of who was left and what hope remained, lingering emotions and connections that had been severed without warning. What arteries needed mending would take time to heal, even if in the past he had known that such relationships were stronger than any sort of connection possible.
So it was that Luffy looked at his old housing, the place he had once shared with Bloom, eyes locked upon the surprisingly unfamiliar building with an almost pained appearance at his features. The window panes brought with them a tortured feeling in his stomach, the brick bringing with it memories of their scent and texture in the many times he'd scaled them to reach the roof. His gut sank like the weight of a rock in the ocean upon looking at the door, taking from granted the countless days and nights when he'd turn the knob and come home from the ship to see Pakku and the girl he'd befriended without so much as a thought on whether or not the moment seeing them would be his last.
His hand falters, reaches out for a single moment, before fingers twitch and draw back from the direction of the entrance. It wasn't in him to second guess so many things, but with so much uncertainty and so much time against him, would the news that waited for him beyond the panels of wood and metal be the sort of facts he could handle? Would he find a future behind the door, or remnants of a time now lost to him?]
Monkey D. Luffy - 12. Events of the Past
Gone was the laughter he'd shared with the few he had been close with, parting ways now that his head was swimming with confusion and loss. He'd been left now in the world he once called "home", feeling more like a stranger than ever before when the pirate should feel as accustomed to the setting as the birds and trees. So much of him was unsure of who was left and what hope remained, lingering emotions and connections that had been severed without warning. What arteries needed mending would take time to heal, even if in the past he had known that such relationships were stronger than any sort of connection possible.
So it was that Luffy looked at his old housing, the place he had once shared with Bloom, eyes locked upon the surprisingly unfamiliar building with an almost pained appearance at his features. The window panes brought with them a tortured feeling in his stomach, the brick bringing with it memories of their scent and texture in the many times he'd scaled them to reach the roof. His gut sank like the weight of a rock in the ocean upon looking at the door, taking from granted the countless days and nights when he'd turn the knob and come home from the ship to see Pakku and the girl he'd befriended without so much as a thought on whether or not the moment seeing them would be his last.
His hand falters, reaches out for a single moment, before fingers twitch and draw back from the direction of the entrance. It wasn't in him to second guess so many things, but with so much uncertainty and so much time against him, would the news that waited for him beyond the panels of wood and metal be the sort of facts he could handle? Would he find a future behind the door, or remnants of a time now lost to him?]