[ there is a chill in the air. a part of law expects to see snow falling, his breath curling in tendrils of fog in front of him; but there is nothing, nothing but the otherworldly glow of fire fist's eyes, as if his eyes have themselves burst into flame.
as the edges of him fade and flicker, as all expression melts from his face until all is left but those fire-bright eyes, burning dots in the quiet room, law feels the cold seep into his bones, coil in the marrow until his breath freezes in his lungs, until his veins bleed the same kind of fear he'd felt every single day for thirteen years —
but he is an expert, in fear. in pushing through it. in feeling it, and speaking regardless. ]
You, [ he responds, his mouth tilting up into a smile, a sharp and cutting thing. ] How interesting. You're killing him — but I suppose you'd know that. [ you. something separate from what makes up the soul of portgas d. ace, the man he has never once heard anyone say anything bad about. ]
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as the edges of him fade and flicker, as all expression melts from his face until all is left but those fire-bright eyes, burning dots in the quiet room, law feels the cold seep into his bones, coil in the marrow until his breath freezes in his lungs, until his veins bleed the same kind of fear he'd felt every single day for thirteen years —
but he is an expert, in fear. in pushing through it. in feeling it, and speaking regardless. ]
You, [ he responds, his mouth tilting up into a smile, a sharp and cutting thing. ] How interesting. You're killing him — but I suppose you'd know that. [ you. something separate from what makes up the soul of portgas d. ace, the man he has never once heard anyone say anything bad about. ]