[ it's all so simple for zoro, as simple as inviting him to sit down and share the meal sanji's bringing him. like everything is normal. like he doesn't feel the tension stretching tight between them. like there isn't a gaping loss draining him by the minute, a connection that zoro still has that sanji severed like the impatient, mercurial shithead he is.
they need more furniture in the room. the only thing to sit on is a tiny stool that nami uses to reach the crooked shelves lining the walls, far too short for sanji's long legs. his hands hurt, the stiff numbness warmed by the heat of the fire. ]
Not hungry. [ he perches on the bed, lighting one of his earthy cigarettes, this one smelling of clove. ] You eat. Hurry up. I want to do the dishes before I go out.
[ he thinks of nami in this bed, the weight of her loss mingling with the thought of her pressed to zoro's side. smoke wafts unsteadily from his lips, his gaze distant. he thinks of when nami was gone and it was just the two of them, how he'd wake in the middle of the night and watch the steady rise and fall of zoro's chest. he turns his face minutely, his eye tracing over the lines of his scars. his mouth waters behind his sharp teeth. ]
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Date: 2024-01-21 02:37 am (UTC)they need more furniture in the room. the only thing to sit on is a tiny stool that nami uses to reach the crooked shelves lining the walls, far too short for sanji's long legs. his hands hurt, the stiff numbness warmed by the heat of the fire. ]
Not hungry. [ he perches on the bed, lighting one of his earthy cigarettes, this one smelling of clove. ] You eat. Hurry up. I want to do the dishes before I go out.
[ he thinks of nami in this bed, the weight of her loss mingling with the thought of her pressed to zoro's side. smoke wafts unsteadily from his lips, his gaze distant. he thinks of when nami was gone and it was just the two of them, how he'd wake in the middle of the night and watch the steady rise and fall of zoro's chest. he turns his face minutely, his eye tracing over the lines of his scars. his mouth waters behind his sharp teeth. ]