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Defects 1: Rated T, AO3 Fanfiction, oneshot.
Ace's bowl. Law weighed it in his hand and it fit comfortably, as all good ceramics should, melding to his palm, his fingers and grip easily finding a hold. It wasn't red. He'd thought it would be. But white. The lip uneven like waves pluming the ocean, and in the centre of the tea bowl's exterior, in the area that faced the drinker, red beat like the earth's centre.
Luffy spoke of the vivre card and blood and magma and how there'd only been two colours, and one sound. The white of rage of shock, the red of anger of action. Shared nightmares. Too much to let go of eventually, though they tried. They both had tried.
But the cup wasn't violent. It was peaceful, though the smooth and rough sides harboured loss. The red a camellia tumbled from a tree. He hoped they'd enjoyed it, Marco and Ace. The matcha they'd drunk from these cups. Camellias coloured winter snow.
A bowl removed from the kiln and plunged into straw or water immediately to invite cracks and burns and pits. Everything needed its moment of vulnerability.
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