( the sound of nami's voice through the door immediately makes zoro drop his dumb scone and clamber to his knees, hand against the door and staring at it like if he glares long enough, he'll burn a hole right through it. it hurts, makes his chest fucking ache, hearing her stumble over her words, hearing the hurt coloring her voice. there's a slightly irrational part of him that has him reaching for the doorknob, because fuck it, nami's crying or something like it and zoro has a mind to bust open the door with his shoulder or something, gather her up in his arms, apologize over and over again between kisses.
instead, his hand drops to his side when he hears his phone vibrate on the floor next to him, and after another moment of staring at the closed door with a furrowed brow, he slumps back down, picking it up so he can read instead instead of listening.
it maybe takes zoro longer than he'd like to write a response — because it's hard, finding the right way to say it, especially for a guy who would rather speak with his swords than with words.)
it means that i can't imagine what my life would be like without you you're so much of who i am now nami and i care about you and would do anything for you even if it means sitting outside your bedroom when i want to be in there with you
( he sends it with a sigh before starting to type again. )
we've been through too much together me you and sanji i know he loves you the way that i do
even back in the village when you left i
( tried to keep sanji alive, or something like that. wrapped bandages around his head, tight around the empty socket where his eye once was, covered by the swoop of his bangs. wiped his tears, wrapped his arms around him in the middle of the night, never acknowledging any of it in the light of day. )
he wasn't the same when you were gone
( because she's a part of sanji, too — inextricably linked by straw hats or changeling marks or silly little trays of fancy breakfast foods. )
( it's like a warm balm, like sliding into the coziest, comfiest bath robe by some lit fireplace and snuggling up on a bear skin rug, surrounded by soft things that make heat press back into her sad, cold bones. nami knows none of this comes naturally to zoro, which makes it all the more important and impressive that he's good at it, that he tries. unlike sanji, zoro doesn't lie — zoro is easy to trust. when he says i love you to nami, he actually means it, although it's anyone's guess why, when her pointed insecurities are the reason he's outside a door right now, sitting on the floor like he's the one she's mad at.
a part of her knows it isn't fair. sanji might be eccentric and lovey and woman-hungry, but they've shared private moments with just the two of them before that have felt real and honest — she's just mad at him, hurt by him, not willing to give him the benefit of the doubt. it's easier to be angry when she feels justified instead of just miserable, wondering if she'll ever fully be enough for someone like him, when she can't even tell him she loves him, but she can cut him out at every opportunity, like some kind of self preservation. cut off the hand to save the arm. it's not the first time she's gone running in the opposite direction, he's just never — hurt her this bad before.
on her side, she stands up, fingers on the lock. )
look i don't really want to talk about it anymore but if you wanna join me in moping today that's fine just count to ten before you come in
( it gives her enough time to slide the lock open, reset some drapes around one of the windows, and crawl into bed facing away from zoro, curled up on the far side with everyone room for him to slide in next to her. about as close to asking for cuddles as nami ever gets. )
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Date: 2024-08-26 03:14 am (UTC)instead, his hand drops to his side when he hears his phone vibrate on the floor next to him, and after another moment of staring at the closed door with a furrowed brow, he slumps back down, picking it up so he can read instead instead of listening.
it maybe takes zoro longer than he'd like to write a response — because it's hard, finding the right way to say it, especially for a guy who would rather speak with his swords than with words.)
it means that i
can't imagine what my life would be like without you
you're so much of who i am now nami
and i care about you and would do anything for you
even if it means sitting outside your bedroom when i want to be in there with you
( he sends it with a sigh before starting to type again. )
we've been through too much together
me you and sanji
i know he loves you the way that i do
even back in the village when you left i
( tried to keep sanji alive, or something like that. wrapped bandages around his head, tight around the empty socket where his eye once was, covered by the swoop of his bangs. wiped his tears, wrapped his arms around him in the middle of the night, never acknowledging any of it in the light of day. )
he wasn't the same when you were gone
( because she's a part of sanji, too — inextricably linked by straw hats or changeling marks or silly little trays of fancy breakfast foods. )
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Date: 2024-08-27 12:05 pm (UTC)a part of her knows it isn't fair. sanji might be eccentric and lovey and woman-hungry, but they've shared private moments with just the two of them before that have felt real and honest — she's just mad at him, hurt by him, not willing to give him the benefit of the doubt. it's easier to be angry when she feels justified instead of just miserable, wondering if she'll ever fully be enough for someone like him, when she can't even tell him she loves him, but she can cut him out at every opportunity, like some kind of self preservation. cut off the hand to save the arm. it's not the first time she's gone running in the opposite direction, he's just never — hurt her this bad before.
on her side, she stands up, fingers on the lock. )
look i don't really want to talk about it anymore
but if you wanna join me in moping today that's fine
just count to ten before you come in
( it gives her enough time to slide the lock open, reset some drapes around one of the windows, and crawl into bed facing away from zoro, curled up on the far side with everyone room for him to slide in next to her. about as close to asking for cuddles as nami ever gets. )