Not Ace fic, how strange.
Title: The Price of Freedom
Character: Boa Hancock, mentions of Sandersonia and Marigold
Rating: G
Beta: naye who drew me fanart!&hearts Go see &hearts
So, a fascinating discussion on Boa Hancock here made me think about our favourite manipulative, kitten-kicking Empress ♥. And when I start thinking about things/people in One Piece I write fic (go figure). Hence this thing.
The Price of Freedom
Sometimes, you feel lonely.
You don’t really have anyone to talk to.
You have Sonia and Mari, and you have had each other for all your lives. But you remember - from that lifetime ago when you were young and innocent and free - that there is something different about talking to a friend.
An equal. When was the last time you told someone something that was not an order, a direction, when you were not addressing them as Empress of Kuja?
Who were you, before you were Empress of Kuja, Royal Shichibukai Boa Hancock? Before--
Who might you have been?
And would there have been friends?
But you can’t afford these thoughts. You can’t afford to drop your guard or your mask - to be anything less than absolutely vigilant.
All you need are your sisters. All you need is your freedom.
You are an idol: distant, revered, safe on your pedestal.
When all other people do is hurt, it is far better to be alone.
~~
Why do I write so much angst =_= Erk.
Also, this used to be called Pedestal, but I thought The Price of Freedom might be more true to the fic. Thoughts?
Character: Boa Hancock, mentions of Sandersonia and Marigold
Rating: G
Beta: naye who drew me fanart!&hearts Go see &hearts
So, a fascinating discussion on Boa Hancock here made me think about our favourite manipulative, kitten-kicking Empress ♥. And when I start thinking about things/people in One Piece I write fic (go figure). Hence this thing.
The Price of Freedom
Sometimes, you feel lonely.
You don’t really have anyone to talk to.
You have Sonia and Mari, and you have had each other for all your lives. But you remember - from that lifetime ago when you were young and innocent and free - that there is something different about talking to a friend.
An equal. When was the last time you told someone something that was not an order, a direction, when you were not addressing them as Empress of Kuja?
Who were you, before you were Empress of Kuja, Royal Shichibukai Boa Hancock? Before--
Who might you have been?
And would there have been friends?
But you can’t afford these thoughts. You can’t afford to drop your guard or your mask - to be anything less than absolutely vigilant.
All you need are your sisters. All you need is your freedom.
You are an idol: distant, revered, safe on your pedestal.
When all other people do is hurt, it is far better to be alone.
~~
Why do I write so much angst =_= Erk.
Also, this used to be called Pedestal, but I thought The Price of Freedom might be more true to the fic. Thoughts?