Reunion call || yukionnamonet

thatcannibalchild:

With a nod, he waved to the remaining crew dismissively before directing Monet away and towards the captain’s quarters. All the questions he wanted to ask nearly poured out of his mouth from enthusiasm alone, but the fatigue and sheer exhaustion in her face kept him in check. It didn’t stop him from having a hold on her though, just an arm looped around her shoulder much like he used to when they were younger. She might not have been the biggest fan of it sometimes, but hell, he had to do something at least.

What else would he be able to do for the rest of the night?.. He really wanted to ask if she was well.

Arriving to his room took only a matter of minutes but it seemed way faster. He didn’t want to leave her just yet, even though she wasn’t going anywhere. Though the bedroom was was fairly spacious, the room itself was sparsely furnished- a desk overlooking a window, the walls beside it adorned with Strawhat Luffy-senpai’s Wanted Poster along with his crew, while a double-sized mattress bed sat along the far wall. Next to it sat a tall dresser, all in dark warm colors.

”..Can I stay for a bit?”

It was silly to ask, but in her presence he was automatically little brother again whether he realized it; the difference this time was that his sister was here. 

            Monet left her bag on top of the desk. The room seemed welcoming, but her opinion might have been biased. She would have considered welcoming anything that provided her silence, intimacy and safe passage to any other island. Without turning she started undo the braid of her hair, letting the green locks go wild again, but when her fingers reached the root of the braid her fingertips found something strange, something she had completely forgot about. The yellow flower Law had gently put on her hair shortly after leaving the bungalow. Her stomach churned as her heart seemed to sink painfully in it.

No.

She held it in her palm for a few seconds, wondering what to do with it, imagining her pale fingers squeezing it until the petals fell and it’s beauty was nothing but a memory—but she couldn’t. Opening the bag and drawing the book, a book Barto would for sure recognize: A book of myths and legends of the world, the only thing they had left of her mother. When they were little she used to read some of those legends to Barto. It always brought good memories, and thus it had become her favourite book, that was why she took it everywhere she went.

She opened it on a random page. The Snow Maiden legend, and huff escaped her lips, oh, irony. Her fingers became cold, frozing each petal and frozing the time for that flower, granting it eternal beauty. Carefully she placed it there, in the page that spoke of Snegurochka melting because of the warmth in her heart, and unavoidably she wondered if she would melt too. She hadn’t melt because of love, would she melt by loneliness and sadness? That would imply having a real heart, and hers was mostly ice.Closing the book and placing it carefully on the desk she sighed, turning to face Barto briefly before heading to his bed. She sat there, taking off her shoes with her feet.

— ❝ Of course you can, just don’t make noise okay?❞ 

            It would be soothing to have him there, even if they didn’t talk. Silence was rarely heavy between them, and after so much time without seeing him, Monet couldn’t definitely say no to that, no matter how exhausted she was.