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May. 2nd, 2004 11:55 amTitle: Misery
Rating: PG
Pairing: Implied Zoro/Luffy, Sanji/Luffy
Word count: 140
Pretty much a sequel to Unrequited. I really, really tried to make this one 100 words, too, but Zoro scowled at me and demanded that he get more attention than Sanji.
I should really start trying to actually write about one of the topics. That's next on the To-Do List.
Misery
It may love company, but it’s a real doozy when there isn’t any.
by Alena
May 2nd, 2004
Zoro always slept easy, no matter what his mind was doing. For this, he was grateful. If his mind had had its way, he never would have gotten any sleep. It kept focusing on inane, unimportant issues.
Such as where Luffy was sleeping. And who was sleeping with him.
It bothered him much more than he felt it should, because he'd never actually worried about things like bed partners, or relationships, or anything more than a good roll in the sac.
Luffy was... addictive. But Sanji was taking Zoro's drug.
Perhaps feeling masochistic this dull morning, Zoro casually rolled his head to the side, half-lidded eyes taking in Sanji's possessive arm, Luffy's affectionate snuggle and mumbled word.
Probably the cook's name.
He turned back to the wall, ignored the painful buzz of thoughts, and let himself drift back to sleep.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Implied Zoro/Luffy, Sanji/Luffy
Word count: 140
Pretty much a sequel to Unrequited. I really, really tried to make this one 100 words, too, but Zoro scowled at me and demanded that he get more attention than Sanji.
I should really start trying to actually write about one of the topics. That's next on the To-Do List.
It may love company, but it’s a real doozy when there isn’t any.
by Alena
May 2nd, 2004
Zoro always slept easy, no matter what his mind was doing. For this, he was grateful. If his mind had had its way, he never would have gotten any sleep. It kept focusing on inane, unimportant issues.
Such as where Luffy was sleeping. And who was sleeping with him.
It bothered him much more than he felt it should, because he'd never actually worried about things like bed partners, or relationships, or anything more than a good roll in the sac.
Luffy was... addictive. But Sanji was taking Zoro's drug.
Perhaps feeling masochistic this dull morning, Zoro casually rolled his head to the side, half-lidded eyes taking in Sanji's possessive arm, Luffy's affectionate snuggle and mumbled word.
Probably the cook's name.
He turned back to the wall, ignored the painful buzz of thoughts, and let himself drift back to sleep.