Fail, fail, and fail again. *shrugs* Enjoy anyway?

[bronzetigress.livejournal.com]

Title: My Angel
Topic: OFF (flaming teapots got nothing on me today)
Word Count: 300
Rating: PG for language
Pairing: various (mostly one-sided) het, very vague San/Zo, mostly nakamaship
Disclaimer: Characters and setting? Not mine. Pretty song referenced? Not mine either.
Summary: Franky sings. Zoro remembers. Sanji is unexpectedly clueful.

Excuse: Absolutely NOTHING wanted to stay within drabble limits this week, ideas would not produce words, and various other sorts of failure to drabble occurred. Sorry, Cptn! I'm rather hoping the underlying S/Z understanding is enough "yaoi" to qualify for this comm, at that. There is certainly not much point, plot, or resolution to it. *shrugs* I may have to crosspost this to various other more het-ly places. Please don't beat me! (That ain't my kink!)

Notes: SPOILERS for Thriller Bark chapters, one specific panel in 453 in particular. I'm a little surprised not to have seen this idea exploited anywhere else yet, honestly (maybe I'm just not checking the right places?). ALSO, the song Franky is singing belongs to Aerosmith; Angel is on their 1987 Permanent Vacation album. I saw that image, and had to hunt it down. Because.

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It was a lovely clear day.

All over the Sunny, grass was growing, children were playing, ladies were lounging, and the men who hoped to win those ladies were paying court with wine and song (respectively).

Which did nothing whatsoever to explain the thundercloud over Zoro's head as he stared off into the middle distance, where he could just hear the strains of Franky's guitar and not quite see the expressions on Nami's or Sanji's faces (because although his ass was certainly fine as he bent before her and her voice was sweet as she thanked him, the swordsman just wasn't up to seeing the cow-eyes, or the snake-eyes).

"You're my angel," Franky's voice warbled, for perhaps the third time this rendition. Zoro winced, and pulled the white katana down from where it leaned against the rail with its brothers, laying the white saya across his lap and running reverent fingers over the bindings and guard.

His focused concentration wasn't enough, however. He'd heard this song perhaps a handful of times already this morning -- Franky seemed, for some reason, to find it astonishingly appropriate for Robin, who seemed both to understand why she merited the label (whatever value Franky placed on it), and to believe she deserved it -- and by now he'd pretty much memorized the lyrics.

"You're the reason I live," was the next line, in fact, and perhaps that tiny thundercloud had grown, or merely grown unstable -- and that was definitely the excuse Zoro planned to use -- because the memory of black hair and luminous eyes and small pale girl's hands on the hilt came to him, and...

"Nice weather today, eh, shitty marimo?"

"Looks like rain."

There was a long, rather uncharacteristic pause, broken abruptly by the scrape of a match. "Who was she?"

"My angel."

"Ah."

Comments

[hypnosprostatis.livejournal.com]

I can't really come up with a comment for this... ;_;

[bronzetigress.livejournal.com]

Eep! And here I thought I was worried about this thing before... erm? Good, bad, stupid? Delete, broadcast, move it elsewhere?
(And thank you for trying, anyway! It's nice to know it's been read, at least.)

[hypnosprostatis.livejournal.com]

Good, but sad. All I could think of was Sanji-emotion-cigarette-lighting, and that's already been done. ^^;

[bronzetigress.livejournal.com]

*nods wisely* Ah... *hands you a hanky*
(or, maybe, a light?)

Pwn. No other way to say it.

[(Anonymous)]

Thought this would go yaoi, but what do you know, you pull a dead person out and you get awesome. However, your reference to ch. 453 was confusing, since I looked right after I read this, and a couldn't find anything. Anyway this drabble is win. fo so, all the way.

Re: Pwn. No other way to say it.

[bronzetigress.livejournal.com]

:) Thank you, oh anonymous poster! :)

try the top panel on p.16 :)