@ikkaku-of-heart liked [+] for an Old God Possession starter.
Law sits at his desk, no lights illuminating his quarters. Only the faint glow of sunlight through water filters through the porthole window of his room. It leaves him in this eerie aquatic atmosphere, but he can’t think on what that looks like. The thing inside him finds it calming, like the ocean is still caressing and holding it. He thought maybe it’d soothe the thing, make it stop insisting, but it didn’t. The whispers grow louder. A thousand voices but all coming from one. It drowns out everything. Law can’t even hear Kikoku anymore.
There is one desire in it. It feels ancient, like a calling you can feel deep within your bones. Fate that calls to you before you even know it exists. It makes him want it as much as this thing does but he can’t. Not here. Not with his crew. The only thing it cannot make him do. The only thing he won’t let it take from him.
“Not them,” Law whispers, gold eyes staring at the nothing on his desk. “You promised.”
Anger, writhing and under his skin. It jerks his head to the side and Law’s teeth clench. He grips the table, nails digging into the wood. He struggles, body stiff and fighting. Law won’t give in, not on this. There is a better way. It said there was, when it wasn’t so hungry. He finds himself on his feet before he even knows he is moving. Chair scrapes behind him, muscles strain as he feels the thing try to move him again. He bites down hard and tastes blood.
Then his body just relaxes and he gasps. The grip is gone, the whispers retreating. They leave a single phrase.
L̸i̸g̷h̶t̴ ̴K̸e̷e̸p̵e̸r̸.
A frown and Law turns his head towards the closed door. A quick scan with his Observation Haki and he senses Ikkaku behind the door. A breath has him pulling the chair back into place and he sets himself back down. He opens a drawer, looking for something to make this seem normal before she enters.
