( alive. the sentence completes itself, and perhaps it is the combination of the weight luffy's every word carries and the grip around his waist that crushes him in all possible ways. reality dawns on him properly, this time, and ace's shoulders are shaking from the effort of keeping himself from devolving into a sobbing mess, head positively spinning from this delirious sort of jubilation that threatens to utterly overwhelm him.
fiercely-falling tears are beyond all hope of staunching, now, and it seems that words fail them both - all ace can do is hold fast to the kid in his arms and remind himself that somehow this was made possible -- somehow, they've got a second chance. )
this is what i live for
fiercely-falling tears are beyond all hope of staunching, now, and it seems that words fail them both - all ace can do is hold fast to the kid in his arms and remind himself that somehow this was made possible -- somehow, they've got a second chance. )