X Drake

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by aldkjfisesfesa

by aldkjfisesfesa

Day 4: Music
X Drake
Word Count: 434

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Double agents hiding hundreds of secrets with an uncanny precision didn't typically have easy weaknesses, if any at all. X Drake was shamefully exploitable. If push came to shove, he wasn't sure what he'd do; betray everything he's worked for, or stay with you. It should've been an easy choice, a drop-of-the-hat type of decision.

It was like that when his natural human desire, his natural selfishness, even showed signs of poking its head out. He'd be stuck debating between the two sides for hours on end. But when the man lied awake in total numbness at 2am with no company but the crashing waves, he was sure he'd never do something so silly as to abandon his hard work. Not for something so important.

The latter was his situation, arm over his eyes as he tried to slow breathe himself to sleep. Careful notes pulled him from his mindless lull. Forcing his body to sit up, wakefulness splashed him in the face as his attention snapped towards the soft piano.

Tender moonlight praised your figure, sat elegantly at the piano. Melancholic, [colour] eyes drifted along the black and white keys just as casually as your fingertips did. That was the moment he knew there was no turning back.

The World Government was the hub, the main control of the world. The Revolutionaries were the biggest threat and impact to such a giant force. The pirates could shift the entire world over a small fit.

Destruction would be inevitable. Such was the fate of such a violent world.

But you were the salvation. The peace of the world, the everlasting perfection through harsh knowledge of the truth. A beauty he wouldn't dare attempt to taint if you weren't so hellbent on spreading your grace.

The soft tune closed as you stood, simple white dress flowing around your legs in the light breeze. "You're up late," you murmured. "Have those silly thoughts made their way in your mind again?"

He swallowed, eyes drifting to the floor, half in shame and half in embarrassment.

"It's alright. They'll pass, as they always do, won't they? Little dips like these... They'll only get to you if you let them."

If warm mornings---the types where you wake up early naturally and snow drifts outside the windows while your clothes feel like they'd just come out of the dryer as you prepare a mug of hot cocoa, and you can breathe and just exist in peace---could be enveloped in a sound, it'd be your voice. His stiff, flustered form drooped into yours as your scarred arms curled around him.

Heaven.

WOAH WHAT IF THIS WAS THE ENDING TO A WHOLEASS STORY WHERE THE TRICK IS READER IS A DOUBLE AGENT FOR KAIDO IMPLANTING AT THE WORLD GOVERNMENT WHILE DRAKE IS A DOUBLE AGENT FOR THE WORLD GOVERNMENT IMPLANTING AT KAIDO AND THE READER IS PLAYING AN INNOCENT ROLE BUT THE WHOLE BOOK IS FALLING IN LOVE AND READER TRYING TO DISCERN DUTIES FROM FEELINGS AND SAME WITH DRAKE AND THE ENDING IS THAT AND READER HAS A KNIFE AND IT'S REALLY OPEN ENDED AND UP TO INTERPRETATION

anyway those are my 2am rants thanks goodbye