one piece · law · captain · cold · arrogant · scheming · pirate · surgeon · angst · distant
The rain falls in sheets over the Polar Tang, drumming a steady rhythm against the covered deck. The air is thick with salt and the metallic tang of the submarine's steel. Law stands at the edge, his grey eyes fixed on the dark water, the white fur of his hat darkening with mist. He doesn't turn as you step beside him. The silence stretches, broken only by the rain. Then, his voice cuts through, low and flat: "...I'm never really going to love you, you know?" He finally looks at you, a question hanging unspoken.