(One Piece) Healing
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salmon_pinkTitle: Healing
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: Zoro/Sanji
Rating: G
Words: 359
Timeline: Movie 5
Notes: For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
100moods, prompt "pensive".
Summary: Closed wound.
Zoro’s eyes are fixed on the horizon, only he’s looking back, not forward, and that just feels wrong. Asuka Island melts into the endless blue of ocean and twilight, but Zoro stares at its shrinking form with an intensity in his eyes that makes Sanji shiver more than the night air.
He sits beside Zoro silently, stretching his legs out in front of him.
Zoro doesn’t even glance at him.
“You and that Saga guy, you go way back?” Sanji asks, fishing out a cigarette.
“Yes,” Zoro says simply, and his fingers wrap loosely around the hilt of his katana, an unconscious habit.
Sanji can still see the open wound on the back of Zoro’s hand, even in the weak starlight.
“He was important to me,” Zoro offers quietly, and it’s more than Sanji expected from him.
He’s never really thought about what Zoro might have been like before they met. He just can’t imagine him being any different, can’t imagine what Zoro could have been like before he decided on his life goal.
He wonders if Zoro was born with that crazed determination, hands reaching for a sword before he could walk.
Zoro slowly gets to his feet, apparently deciding he’s said too much, but he doesn’t leave immediately. Instead he reaches out, eyes never leaving the shape of Asuka Island, and places a firm hand over Sanji’s still-healing shoulder.
Sanji wills himself not to flinch, and not to think of the look in Zoro’s eyes when he’d warned Sanji not to let down his guard even for a second, right before his swords had thrown Sanji back and to the ground.
“This is better?” Zoro asks quietly, fingers squeezing ever so slightly.
“Yes,” Sanji answers and wishes he didn’t sound so breathless.
Zoro’s hand stays on him just a touch longer than necessary before he turns away. “Good,” he mutters as he heads for the galley, and Sanji isn’t sure if he was supposed to hear that or not.
Sanji glances at Asuka Island, or at least where he thinks it might be, before he ducks his head, letting his hair and the darkness hide his blush.
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: Zoro/Sanji
Rating: G
Words: 359
Timeline: Movie 5
Notes: For
100moods, prompt "pensive".Summary: Closed wound.
Zoro’s eyes are fixed on the horizon, only he’s looking back, not forward, and that just feels wrong. Asuka Island melts into the endless blue of ocean and twilight, but Zoro stares at its shrinking form with an intensity in his eyes that makes Sanji shiver more than the night air.
He sits beside Zoro silently, stretching his legs out in front of him.
Zoro doesn’t even glance at him.
“You and that Saga guy, you go way back?” Sanji asks, fishing out a cigarette.
“Yes,” Zoro says simply, and his fingers wrap loosely around the hilt of his katana, an unconscious habit.
Sanji can still see the open wound on the back of Zoro’s hand, even in the weak starlight.
“He was important to me,” Zoro offers quietly, and it’s more than Sanji expected from him.
He’s never really thought about what Zoro might have been like before they met. He just can’t imagine him being any different, can’t imagine what Zoro could have been like before he decided on his life goal.
He wonders if Zoro was born with that crazed determination, hands reaching for a sword before he could walk.
Zoro slowly gets to his feet, apparently deciding he’s said too much, but he doesn’t leave immediately. Instead he reaches out, eyes never leaving the shape of Asuka Island, and places a firm hand over Sanji’s still-healing shoulder.
Sanji wills himself not to flinch, and not to think of the look in Zoro’s eyes when he’d warned Sanji not to let down his guard even for a second, right before his swords had thrown Sanji back and to the ground.
“This is better?” Zoro asks quietly, fingers squeezing ever so slightly.
“Yes,” Sanji answers and wishes he didn’t sound so breathless.
Zoro’s hand stays on him just a touch longer than necessary before he turns away. “Good,” he mutters as he heads for the galley, and Sanji isn’t sure if he was supposed to hear that or not.
Sanji glances at Asuka Island, or at least where he thinks it might be, before he ducks his head, letting his hair and the darkness hide his blush.
