No answer. Not unexpected but it makes his heart constrict in his chest. Panic grips at him, the horrible fear of finding his baby sister burned to a crisp invading his thoughts. It’s that same hopelessness he felt when he saw the hospital aflame, when he knew in that moment that she was lost to him. But it wasn’t true then. She was alive, she had escaped, and he had fled. Not this time. This time he will save her, he will be the brother he’s supposed to be.
Law pushes through the ash and smoke, following the living voice of his sister. It radiates distress and fear, compounding Law’s own, but he grits his teeth and forges onward. A figure emerges out of the grime beginning to coat his goggles and soon Law sees the distinctive pigtails Lamy so lovingly puts her hair into everyday. She’s curled up in the ash, sand and sparse grass, and she’s completely still.
Lamy tried to crawl away, fingers raking through the dirt in sheer desperation, but the soldier followed close behind, his shouting drowned out by all the noise in her head. His palm skittered with sparks of blue, seizing the unseen sun. A Room was conjured up, wide enough to reach their waiting home.
The Trafalgar siblings materialized in the midst of their nakama, going down hard in a tangle of limbs. Their hair and clothes were dusted grey from all the ash. It was not a pretty sight. Snot and spit black with soot stained her chin and nose. Lamy choked, her reddened eyes eerily piercing through her dirty face as she quickly staggered away from the other body on the ground.
The curtains had fallen, revealing the girl hidden in the wardrobe, her trauma peeling back the mannerly façade for something primal and terrified, laying it bare for the world to see; Chaos incarnate, with blazing locks and wild golden eyes. Her whole body felt like it was going to break apart. She was a fireball imploding, burning alive, boundless and infinite and broken.
In the clinical lightning of the Tang's hallway, the black spots of Armanent blooming all over her body were clear to see, shivering and unstable. A subconscious defense mechanism, but effective usage of Haki required focus, something that was currently slipping through her fingers like water. Squished aloe dripped from her pocket, the goo dirtied and sticking to her clothes. Furthermore, her feet were still bare, her shoes long forgotten on the shore where she had kicked them off for their game of pirate ball. Her stockings were soaked through, and one of them was pulled halfway off her leg from getting caught on the ground, the only thing not covered in ash and soot the angry burn scars running up her leg. Her skin was red and blistered in some spots, faint new burns from the embers that had fallen from the skies. Destiny's favorite daughter, twice burnt.
