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onepieceyaoi100Title: Powder Snow
Pairing: ZoSan
Rating: PG
Word: 346 (forgive me for going over n_n; but since I'm judging anyway...)
For my own Christmas gift. Who I'm about to go pick up at the airport.
[edit: I just realized a big chunk got somehow cut out of a sentence when I posted this, making it sound really weird O_o; Go fig. Fixed it.]
When Zoro woke it was to the tiniest shiver, starting at his nose and traveling all the way down, an ice crystal that skated down his spine. Eyes slitted -- it was still dark. The sky was clouded and slow, sleepy breath steamed around his hair. In the dimness his gaze focused on a single flake that floated slowly down before his eyes. A second and a third. The lightest, lightest snow, tiny scattered falling stars that brought pinpoints of cold to his cheeks as he turned his face to the sky briefly.
The dawn would be there soon -- Christmas morning. Sanji would soon be busying himself in the kitchen, preparing the feast he was sure to serve for breakfast. But for the moment, the cook was oblivious to the dim light that was just beginning to show at the edges of the clouds, curled tightly against Zoro within the warm safety of the blanket they shared, hunkered in the embrace of the crow's nest.
He'd wake soon, probably with a curse for sleeping in, probably with a protesting shiver when the cold invaded his thin frame. No Christmas greeting would be exchanged, he'd probably hurry off to the galley, assuming Zoro still asleep and not bothering to wake him.
For the moment though, Zoro was awake and Sanji's breath and cheek warmed his neck, a light arm draped across the swordsman's chest. Zoro watched the gentle movement of his sleeping features, as relaxed as Zoro was ever allowed to see.
The swordsman was hardly a man full of Christmas cheer, like Sanji with his decorated kitchen and holiday salutations to the girls the night before as they went off to bed. He was hard pressed to remember a Christmas morning that had been particularly different from any other morning for years now.
But this... this wasn't so bad. And he settled in again, able to nuzzle his nose into the silk and warmth of Sanji's hair with the other man sleeping deeply enough never to notice. Just a few more minutes to indulge in this gift.
Pairing: ZoSan
Rating: PG
Word: 346 (forgive me for going over n_n; but since I'm judging anyway...)
For my own Christmas gift. Who I'm about to go pick up at the airport.
[edit: I just realized a big chunk got somehow cut out of a sentence when I posted this, making it sound really weird O_o; Go fig. Fixed it.]
When Zoro woke it was to the tiniest shiver, starting at his nose and traveling all the way down, an ice crystal that skated down his spine. Eyes slitted -- it was still dark. The sky was clouded and slow, sleepy breath steamed around his hair. In the dimness his gaze focused on a single flake that floated slowly down before his eyes. A second and a third. The lightest, lightest snow, tiny scattered falling stars that brought pinpoints of cold to his cheeks as he turned his face to the sky briefly.
The dawn would be there soon -- Christmas morning. Sanji would soon be busying himself in the kitchen, preparing the feast he was sure to serve for breakfast. But for the moment, the cook was oblivious to the dim light that was just beginning to show at the edges of the clouds, curled tightly against Zoro within the warm safety of the blanket they shared, hunkered in the embrace of the crow's nest.
He'd wake soon, probably with a curse for sleeping in, probably with a protesting shiver when the cold invaded his thin frame. No Christmas greeting would be exchanged, he'd probably hurry off to the galley, assuming Zoro still asleep and not bothering to wake him.
For the moment though, Zoro was awake and Sanji's breath and cheek warmed his neck, a light arm draped across the swordsman's chest. Zoro watched the gentle movement of his sleeping features, as relaxed as Zoro was ever allowed to see.
The swordsman was hardly a man full of Christmas cheer, like Sanji with his decorated kitchen and holiday salutations to the girls the night before as they went off to bed. He was hard pressed to remember a Christmas morning that had been particularly different from any other morning for years now.
But this... this wasn't so bad. And he settled in again, able to nuzzle his nose into the silk and warmth of Sanji's hair with the other man sleeping deeply enough never to notice. Just a few more minutes to indulge in this gift.
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