Well I've been lurking long enough that I decided to get off my butt and post something. You can't get better without practice right? Suggestions strongly wanted!
Title: noticing
Rating: PG
Word Count:184
Pairing: ZoSan
Topic:Truth
I’d never noticed before. Mostly I just assumed. What with how Sanji religiously protected his hands from all maters of fighting to save them for his precious cooking, I thought his hands would be soft and, I don’t know, girly. Not that I know that much about girl’s hands, or anyone’s hands. My hands I know, and back thereof, better than anything else, except perhaps my swords. They are warrior’s hands; hands that have built up many layers of skin that were more memories than cells. Memories of training, fighting, and scars that fought for the limited skin hands contained. Having never cooked myself I didn’t realize the kind of hands simple cooking could create. Then again simple never could describe anything about Sanji. As usual he took it to another level. I never put a religious devotion to weight lifting on the same level as constant sautéing, but I was discovering that these hands had as much history as my own. Not that I am complaining, I’m just – surprised- pleasantly surprised, to find the truth of harshness against my skin.
I’m noticing now.
Title: noticing
Rating: PG
Word Count:184
Pairing: ZoSan
Topic:Truth
I’d never noticed before. Mostly I just assumed. What with how Sanji religiously protected his hands from all maters of fighting to save them for his precious cooking, I thought his hands would be soft and, I don’t know, girly. Not that I know that much about girl’s hands, or anyone’s hands. My hands I know, and back thereof, better than anything else, except perhaps my swords. They are warrior’s hands; hands that have built up many layers of skin that were more memories than cells. Memories of training, fighting, and scars that fought for the limited skin hands contained. Having never cooked myself I didn’t realize the kind of hands simple cooking could create. Then again simple never could describe anything about Sanji. As usual he took it to another level. I never put a religious devotion to weight lifting on the same level as constant sautéing, but I was discovering that these hands had as much history as my own. Not that I am complaining, I’m just – surprised- pleasantly surprised, to find the truth of harshness against my skin.
I’m noticing now.
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Date: 2006-12-21 06:53 am (UTC)I like this concept, and you have some good lines and ideas in here, I especialy like describing the roughness of Sanji's hands as the "truth of harshness".
As for suggestions, I'd say blocking it out into smaller paragraphs would be helpful. Zoro's throughts skip around a lot here and I think paragraph breaks would help pace it, make it seem less rushed/disorienting.
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Date: 2006-12-22 02:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-21 03:38 pm (UTC)