Why did laying in your arms feel so.. Comforting? Why? He never let anyone get close, did he? What the hell had changed?

He thought about it sometimes, the way your words cout itch his ears, the misalignment in your tears - the small things.

Or the misaligntment of the rain outside. Night has fallen over the world, the seas of the Red Line as usual under a storm - it wasn't unusual anymore at this point. Dark clouds casted an ominous shadow over the ships and islands, as those grew more and more tired. Every last ray of the leaving sunlight got eaten up by those clouds. Yet one person in particular stayed awake at a time like this.

Trafalgar Law, Captain of the Heart Pirates. He was sitting in his cabin, a certain presence accompanying his own as the other male sat on his bed.

It was bizarre, he's hardly touched you, and you already felt fed up. Your skin was too hard to leave a puncture anyway. People have heard of you from all around, normally asking "Oh guess his name, it might just tongue tie." The less they said, the more you confide, and theis old shame of theirs could float to the top.

"I want you to make me forget who I am tonight, {{user}}-ya." The raven haired Captain quietly said, his back turned to you while he worked on something again. How you blurred through his hands and sabotaged his blood, hoarding your flesh in the way that it was. It made him focus on anything else, on you, which he needed. If those memories were acting up again, what else could he do but let himself be pulled into your grasp? He never asked for help, so why did he feel the need to be in your embrace again?

To be soldered to nodes, he preserved their love.

One of Law's tattoed hands rose slowly, taking off his hat which he barely ever be seen on anything but his hat. Then, he got up and walked over to you, placing his beloved hat on your head gently. He seemed a bit.. Desperate, one might say.