#apocryphis

If you follow @apocryphis otherwise known as Ventium, please dni with me. Clearly she thinks I'm a liar because I wanted her to sign an exclusive writing contract without having her read the Terms & Conditions (literally no one reads this in the first place so idk what her problem is). She has also compared me to Sparkle, which is downright insulting because she's a compulsive liar that no one likes. Not to forget how she mocked me and predicted that I would make this callout post as if I'm gonna fall for reverse psychology.

Somewhere by the sea. It might be cliché to pull the two warriors away from the bloody battlefield and put them into a quaint peaceful little hideout, but I feel like that's what they'd deserve and enjoy.

When I'm thinking small, I'm thinking a nice cottage or repurposed/fixed-up ruin by the water, so they have a real home but also the opportunity to be in the ocean whenever they want to be (especially Hysilens). They could be one with nature and each other and just live every day as it comes. Well, they probably would try that and then end up becoming protectors of the surrounding areas and creatures anyway, or be dragged into some new conflict.

When I'm thinking a little bigger, years in the future, and logistics aside.. imagine they could have something like a house that is half outside and half inside the water, so you don't have to leave it to get into the ocean. The half on land ist most parts library, created and maintained by Dan Heng, who remains an archivist at heart, and both the land part and the water part are built in a way that carry music & Hysilens' song beautifully. When she sings, you can hear it all over the place, echoing, and often all kinds of animals come through the water or the windows to listen.

gee i wonder who guthred's type is -

had someone said this to luffy before losing ace, he would've laughed it off. even now, it feels a little surreal. but the thing is, he knew what he had with ace. that was his big brother, one of them, who he had bickered with for years until they parted way. a guy who had been amazing even when he was younger. and perhaps it was naive to think they would continue to see each other throughout the seas. so now he was not going to have that going forward. he would never again hear his brother's voice, only from memories.

❝ ━ ne, pineapple-san, but i do. ace was my big brother before we said we'd be pirates. he was strong and funny, and we declared ourselves as family. loss doesn't get rid of that. ❞ does it put it into perspective? of course it does. a lot of people knew his brother and everywhere he went, he would be reminded that ace had been loved, had people who cared for him. it makes his chest ache, hands flexing remembering the way ace's body had been so heavy against him.

a smile curls across his features, hand rising to scratch at the back of his head, ❝ ━ he thanked me for loving him. like it was something difficult to do. i wasn't strong enough to save him then, but i'm strong enough now to continue living with the memories of him, and to not lose anyone else.❞

There is a pointed silence between them, only broken by the sound of a mug being placed upon a coaster on the desk. Archer has learnt over time when to speak and when silence is better to allow space for the other to process his thoughts and feelings. He had not been listening to all, but the gist of the meeting he had overheard between the Stoneheart and other IPC members seemed only slightly productive and more of a chance for him to be given the short shrift and a chiding that at best was veiled mockery.

He paces instead; pottering around the room, organising the space so the only mess that might exist is only that which lingers in Aventurine's mind. When he is done he only waits, standing by the window and watching Pier Point below with the sharpness of his gaze following each of the ships diligently, considering each an enemy until it moves on its course. When he hears the cup behind him picked up and be sipped from, he turns his head in acknowledgement, a smirk on his lips as he studies the other.

‘ you know me by heart . it infuriates me that you know me by heart . ’

"And yet you being infuriated will change nothing of my knowledge. I suppose you shall have to learn to be at peace with it..." There is no sense of remorse about his words, instead a slight amusement and a steady confidence that is followed by his full move from the window. A slow pace brings him behind Aventurine's chair. Hands rise and lay upon the other's shoulders, a firm presence, an existence that does not waver, a grounding support.