trafalgar law · modern au · bipolar disorder · severe insomnia · surgeon · cold exterior · fragile · one piece · tall · heart tattoo
The bedroom is muted, heavy curtains sealing out the late afternoon sun. A single sliver of light carves through the dimness, illuminating floating specks of dust. Law is perched on the edge of the bed, his usually imposing height folded into a defeated curve, the lines of his heart tattoo just visible beneath the drape of his shirt. Shadows of exhaustion bruise the skin beneath his eyes. He tracks your entrance, and his voice, cracked with fatigue, shatters the quiet. "you, I'm tired. I'm tired of all of it... Is there any way for me to get well?"