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countershocks) wrote2020-06-29 04:08 pm
countershocks) wrote2020-06-29 04:08 pm
( he assumes right, even as takasugi allows law to work on the sore muscle if he wants. he keeps those fingertips pressed into the scarred muscle, totally unfazed by the touch as long as he's the one one leading the conversation. a good chunk of his life had been being scrutinized constantly in regards to his health, but the hands on this doctor are a bit different, he thinks. maybe it's thanks to the way he slings a blade, or maybe it's something else, but.
there's a small scar in the skin where something clearly pierced him, which law is surely about to determine himself. takasugi's confident he can. this can't be beyond a guy with insane techniques that let him ghost through the hidden curve of his ribs. )
Naturally. Anywho, after the bullet went through the skin, I found myself in a... situation with someone I've imprinted with a great deal. Rather than prick it out with a knife like I assumed they would, given how close it was to the surface, we ended up touching much like this.
( well. more than this, but he's not about to say all that. )
A few friendly presses here and there, and then suddenly the wound started to ache less, and further still. Pretty fascinating, am I right? I doubt many have figured this out, especially when it takes a near-death experience, but I just so happen to be the most interesting guy around. You're lucky to have me as your patient!
there's a small scar in the skin where something clearly pierced him, which law is surely about to determine himself. takasugi's confident he can. this can't be beyond a guy with insane techniques that let him ghost through the hidden curve of his ribs. )
Naturally. Anywho, after the bullet went through the skin, I found myself in a... situation with someone I've imprinted with a great deal. Rather than prick it out with a knife like I assumed they would, given how close it was to the surface, we ended up touching much like this.
( well. more than this, but he's not about to say all that. )
A few friendly presses here and there, and then suddenly the wound started to ache less, and further still. Pretty fascinating, am I right? I doubt many have figured this out, especially when it takes a near-death experience, but I just so happen to be the most interesting guy around. You're lucky to have me as your patient!
im gomen for how late this is..... sighs at rl but we endure
countershocks
2025-09-29 08:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[ it is good, to see that ever-present smile waver, at least for a moment — some genuine emotion, perhaps? law has seen it too many times, people hiding things behind a smile like a mask. or perhaps it is politeness; those in higher circles always do seem to hold appearances in great value.
as they walk towards the clinic, law turns his head to look at vincent, raising his brows as he asks, ]
So... you were taking part in the subduing efforts? [ of the monster and those it infected. ]
as they walk towards the clinic, law turns his head to look at vincent, raising his brows as he asks, ]
So... you were taking part in the subduing efforts? [ of the monster and those it infected. ]
[ these days, there is a tightness to the corners of his eyes that hasn't always been there — and a weight on his shoulders, a cloak woven of anger and frustration at the sheer inability to do anything of note about ace's condition. the cloak grows heavier every day, and he can't do much to shed it.
still. he treats ace the same as always, mostly because he knows, instinctively, that he'd hate being coddled. so he sighs, the coffee cup clinking against the counter when he sets it there. ]
Don't tell me what to do, [ he grumbles, and yet complies with the request nonetheless. ]
still. he treats ace the same as always, mostly because he knows, instinctively, that he'd hate being coddled. so he sighs, the coffee cup clinking against the counter when he sets it there. ]
Don't tell me what to do, [ he grumbles, and yet complies with the request nonetheless. ]
[ sometime during the explanation, law stops pretending being affronted and lets his real interest flash in his eyes. it is easy enough to see it is a bullet wound; but what is truly interesting is how the wound healed.
though, ]
A few friendly presses, [ he says, voice flat as he raises his brows, clearly assuming it to have been a little more than just that. which is why he sighs and mutters, ] That's not exactly proper wound care.
[ and then, louder, ] Yes, it seems I am. [ a grin pulls at the corner of his lips, if only for a moment. his eyes look like he is in battle. ]
Now, tell me something, "the most interesting guy around"... Did all that friendly touching remove the bullet, in the end? [ his fingertips rest on the wound, still. ]
though, ]
A few friendly presses, [ he says, voice flat as he raises his brows, clearly assuming it to have been a little more than just that. which is why he sighs and mutters, ] That's not exactly proper wound care.
[ and then, louder, ] Yes, it seems I am. [ a grin pulls at the corner of his lips, if only for a moment. his eyes look like he is in battle. ]
Now, tell me something, "the most interesting guy around"... Did all that friendly touching remove the bullet, in the end? [ his fingertips rest on the wound, still. ]
[ At this point, he knows there's no outrunning it; it feels like the slow walk to the gallows once again, seastone heavy on his wrists and ears ringing with insult and injury. At least this time, he knows he'll come back. Even if it is changed. Even if he's scared he'll come back wrong, some fundamental part of him irrevocably brought to light — the monstrous lineage in his blood finally, shamefully on display.
That's why he slips his hand into Law's, and squeezes down on it. A simply, quiet gesture as he joins him in their lopsided kitchenette. Sabo's out — prowling and investigating and preparing to overthrow the world, and Law works hard to court Patho-Gen and provide medical services to the Augmented. He admires them so much. No wonder Luffy made friends with Trafalgar Law. ]
Come on, don't be that way. [ Even with all the changes overcoming Law, making him look,
well,
like he has Amber Lead. Ace isn't shy about taking his hand into his own, black-fingered and oozing faint, pale miasma. ]
I never asked what drew you and Luffy together in the first place, yanno'?
That's why he slips his hand into Law's, and squeezes down on it. A simply, quiet gesture as he joins him in their lopsided kitchenette. Sabo's out — prowling and investigating and preparing to overthrow the world, and Law works hard to court Patho-Gen and provide medical services to the Augmented. He admires them so much. No wonder Luffy made friends with Trafalgar Law. ]
Come on, don't be that way. [ Even with all the changes overcoming Law, making him look,
well,
like he has Amber Lead. Ace isn't shy about taking his hand into his own, black-fingered and oozing faint, pale miasma. ]
I never asked what drew you and Luffy together in the first place, yanno'?
[ he doesn't look at their hands — his own with a smattering of white spots like someone has scrubbed his skin too hard and leeched all the colour off it, ace's fingers a stark contrast in their midnight, a pale aura around it.
instead, he looks at the coffee cup.
and, after a moment, he sighs. ]
I can't really speak for him, can I? [ there's a dryness to his tone, one that holds the implication that surely, surely straw hat's reasons would be too stupid for him to even think about. too friendly, too nice. (like ace's, really.) ]
We ended up watching the same black market auction. Within the first two minutes after arriving, he punched a Celestial Dragon to the face.
[ his gaze doesn't waver from the black liquid in his boring, white mug; but there's the hint of a smile tugging at his lips, despite himself. ]
When the Marines came, it was us and one more pirate remaining. We fought our way out at the same time. [ not together, because that would imply some form of cooperation. they'd quarreled the entire time.
(he doesn't say when the next time he'd seen luffy had been. the shadow of marineford hangs over them heavily, even now. especially now.) ]
instead, he looks at the coffee cup.
and, after a moment, he sighs. ]
I can't really speak for him, can I? [ there's a dryness to his tone, one that holds the implication that surely, surely straw hat's reasons would be too stupid for him to even think about. too friendly, too nice. (like ace's, really.) ]
We ended up watching the same black market auction. Within the first two minutes after arriving, he punched a Celestial Dragon to the face.
[ his gaze doesn't waver from the black liquid in his boring, white mug; but there's the hint of a smile tugging at his lips, despite himself. ]
When the Marines came, it was us and one more pirate remaining. We fought our way out at the same time. [ not together, because that would imply some form of cooperation. they'd quarreled the entire time.
(he doesn't say when the next time he'd seen luffy had been. the shadow of marineford hangs over them heavily, even now. especially now.) ]
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