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and for a complete 180
Title: Priorities
Pairing: Ace --> Sanji
Rating: G
Words: 300
Comments: Going with the 'falling in love' concept. Introspective angsty shite. Holy crap I never write in first person. n_n;
Ask most pirates what they think about love and more than likely they'll laugh in your face. Romance isn't generally a high priority to those on the high seas -- and if they say it is, they're probably just a casanova looking for a port side floosy. You don't head out to spend your life on the ocean with a bunch of violent, drunken men if looking for love is important to you.
I kept telling myself, this wasn't what I was looking for. I had more important things to think about, higher goals. But it wasn't only my own real search that found me wandering through the desert. It was an irrististable sort of grin, a toss of gold hair. It was that well-disguised power that lay beneath delicacy and grace. It was a careless swirl of smoke, a genuine smile and an offer of the best food and drink I've ever had. And I realized I was completely gone when I wondered if it was his cooking or if the food just tasted better because he was there.
But while it runs in the family, I'm not a fool. I knew he couldn't want me, didn't want me in spite of all his kindness. He has eyes only for soft curves and softer lips, my sharp angles would mean nothing to him but another annoying man to feed. Maybe, maybe if I really *did* have something to offer him, maybe then I would take that chance. The greatest ship with the the most illustrious galley. The biggest treasure at the end of the longest voyage. A map to that distant ocean he searches for. But I'm just a first-mate, wandering the seas, with my own priorities as all pirates have. So I left.
But I'll come back.
Pairing: Ace --> Sanji
Rating: G
Words: 300
Comments: Going with the 'falling in love' concept. Introspective angsty shite. Holy crap I never write in first person. n_n;
Ask most pirates what they think about love and more than likely they'll laugh in your face. Romance isn't generally a high priority to those on the high seas -- and if they say it is, they're probably just a casanova looking for a port side floosy. You don't head out to spend your life on the ocean with a bunch of violent, drunken men if looking for love is important to you.
I kept telling myself, this wasn't what I was looking for. I had more important things to think about, higher goals. But it wasn't only my own real search that found me wandering through the desert. It was an irrististable sort of grin, a toss of gold hair. It was that well-disguised power that lay beneath delicacy and grace. It was a careless swirl of smoke, a genuine smile and an offer of the best food and drink I've ever had. And I realized I was completely gone when I wondered if it was his cooking or if the food just tasted better because he was there.
But while it runs in the family, I'm not a fool. I knew he couldn't want me, didn't want me in spite of all his kindness. He has eyes only for soft curves and softer lips, my sharp angles would mean nothing to him but another annoying man to feed. Maybe, maybe if I really *did* have something to offer him, maybe then I would take that chance. The greatest ship with the the most illustrious galley. The biggest treasure at the end of the longest voyage. A map to that distant ocean he searches for. But I'm just a first-mate, wandering the seas, with my own priorities as all pirates have. So I left.
But I'll come back.
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