Sanji's a dream stalker...
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onepieceyaoi100Title: I can't forget you.
Rating: G
Word Count: 189
Pairing: Gin ~~~> Sanji
Topic: Haunting
Author Notes: Because Gin just can't stop thinking about Sanji.
Blonde hair, fluttering delicately, caressed by the fine morning wind.
Smoke rising, flowing upwards like an almost translucent silk.
Black threads, fitting snug against a slender frame, embracing.
Kind eyes, quiet like the calm belt, fierce as the grand line.
Elegant hands, quick and skilled, creating; giving, preserving, saving life.
Smooth Voice, berating and scolding, encouraging and forgiving, grateful.
He awakes unable to tell whether it’s sweat, tears or both streaming down his face. He reaches for his headband, using it to wipe the remnants from his dream away, scrubbing hard in the hopes that figure will disappear.
“Commander? Lord Kreig wants you.”
“Calling himself Lord now?” The man mutters and rubs his eyes – the dark patches beneath them have not faded since their encounter.
“What was that sir?” The lackey asks, then quickly retreats from the room from the piercing glare of his superior officer.
Head in his hands he prepares himself for the confrontation ahead.
Afterall, he can’t afford for Kreig to see him so unnerved by the mere memory of a mere cook.
Even if that cook now had a bigger bounty than Kreig himself…
Rating: G
Word Count: 189
Pairing: Gin ~~~> Sanji
Topic: Haunting
Author Notes: Because Gin just can't stop thinking about Sanji.
Blonde hair, fluttering delicately, caressed by the fine morning wind.
Smoke rising, flowing upwards like an almost translucent silk.
Black threads, fitting snug against a slender frame, embracing.
Kind eyes, quiet like the calm belt, fierce as the grand line.
Elegant hands, quick and skilled, creating; giving, preserving, saving life.
Smooth Voice, berating and scolding, encouraging and forgiving, grateful.
He awakes unable to tell whether it’s sweat, tears or both streaming down his face. He reaches for his headband, using it to wipe the remnants from his dream away, scrubbing hard in the hopes that figure will disappear.
“Commander? Lord Kreig wants you.”
“Calling himself Lord now?” The man mutters and rubs his eyes – the dark patches beneath them have not faded since their encounter.
“What was that sir?” The lackey asks, then quickly retreats from the room from the piercing glare of his superior officer.
Head in his hands he prepares himself for the confrontation ahead.
Afterall, he can’t afford for Kreig to see him so unnerved by the mere memory of a mere cook.
Even if that cook now had a bigger bounty than Kreig himself…
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Date: 2007-10-24 06:09 am (UTC)I echo the 'poor Gin' sentiment from other reviews. I love the little details. 'He calls himself Lord now' *snicker*
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