( zoro's recovering, if only because he has no choice to β laying uselessly in their bed that's felt emptier lately for reasons he knows but doesn't like thinking about. it's easier to just sleep, ignore the nightmares of severed limbs, the grinding of metal against bone, sword clattering to the ground. this one is different, though β nami's there, too, tied down before him, tears on her face and hand reaching out desperately towards him as she's slowly sliced in half by the witches, and she's screaming in pain and he's yelling and struggling desperately against his restraints and he can't save her β
zoro wakes up with a jolt, gasping for air, throat feeling raw like he had been screaming for her. a hand touches his face, his neck, his shoulder β and everything is attached still, silvery scars where cuts had once been raised just slightly beneath his fingers. nami's despair still claws at him, though, sits so heavy in his chest that he almost thinks about calling to her through their connection just to see.
almost. because he gets a message instead, and he sits up slowly to grab for his notebook, blinking the sleep from his eyes as he reads it.
so, the cook's here β he must not have actually been screaming in his sleep, or he thinks that idiot probably would've burst through the door. he can smell the blood and the meat if he lets himself focus on it, which is actually helpful in grounding himself back in this fucked up reality. )
i could try are you going out or something?
( unwritten: why don't you bring it in? not β that he expects to be waited on. but maybe zoro's gotten a little too used to it. )
cw gore and body horror and stuff
zoro wakes up with a jolt, gasping for air, throat feeling raw like he had been screaming for her. a hand touches his face, his neck, his shoulder β and everything is attached still, silvery scars where cuts had once been raised just slightly beneath his fingers. nami's despair still claws at him, though, sits so heavy in his chest that he almost thinks about calling to her through their connection just to see.
almost. because he gets a message instead, and he sits up slowly to grab for his notebook, blinking the sleep from his eyes as he reads it.
so, the cook's here β he must not have actually been screaming in his sleep, or he thinks that idiot probably would've burst through the door. he can smell the blood and the meat if he lets himself focus on it, which is actually helpful in grounding himself back in this fucked up reality. )
i could try
are you going out or something?
( unwritten: why don't you bring it in? not β that he expects to be waited on. but maybe zoro's gotten a little too used to it. )