Cinderella, dressed in yella...
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onepieceyaoi100Title: Madame Godmother
Topic: masquerade
Word Count: 300
Rating: PG
Pairing: Sanji/??
Disclaimer: Characters and setting? Not mine. Probably just as well. Really.
Summary: And so Cinderella turned to her Godmother and said, "Let's go with the fuchsia."
Excuse: um...
Notes: Goes with " The Masked Ball", 'cause, um, it seems to be a failing of mine to write things from several perspectives...
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While the mask is on, he can be anything he wants. Anyone he wants, and no-one will be the wiser. And he can do anything he wants. Do anyone he wants, provided they're willing -- and at a masquerade, there are far, far fewer restraints, far fewer reasons to refuse an offer. That's the theory, anyway.
He knows exactly what he wants, who he wants.
For the record, he already knows damn shitty well that she isn't going to be taking any offers -- just purses, jewelry, and any other valuables she can find. He knows her that well, knows that particular expression of hers, knows he hasn't got a chance of interrupting that single-minded focus. He loves that about her, too. Some day, he'll get his chance with her, but not today.
Which is fine. There are other things, other someones, other darker, deeper, less socially-acceptable liaisons for him to pursue this evening anyway.
The fuchsia, he finally decides, trying fabric and fake hair against his skin. It's all fantasy anyway. Right?
Madame's hands are gentle, discreet, maternally professional as they fit the padding to perfect the illusion the dress begins. She powders his skin flawlessly smooth, ties the ribbon around his throat to cover the last traces of his true gender. "Such a pretty boy," she murmurs. "A shame to cover this face." He blushes. She smiles, and fastens the ribbons of the mask behind his head as she instructs, "Mind, now, lovey, you be away before midnight when the masks come off, unless you want your man finding out who you really are."
"I will, Madame," he promises. He means it, too. It's worth his life, and manhood, to maintain the masquerade.
Madame says nothing, but she reaches up to pat his shoulder fondly as she sends him off.
Topic: masquerade
Word Count: 300
Rating: PG
Pairing: Sanji/??
Disclaimer: Characters and setting? Not mine. Probably just as well. Really.
Summary: And so Cinderella turned to her Godmother and said, "Let's go with the fuchsia."
Excuse: um...
Notes: Goes with " The Masked Ball", 'cause, um, it seems to be a failing of mine to write things from several perspectives...
~~~
While the mask is on, he can be anything he wants. Anyone he wants, and no-one will be the wiser. And he can do anything he wants. Do anyone he wants, provided they're willing -- and at a masquerade, there are far, far fewer restraints, far fewer reasons to refuse an offer. That's the theory, anyway.
He knows exactly what he wants, who he wants.
For the record, he already knows damn shitty well that she isn't going to be taking any offers -- just purses, jewelry, and any other valuables she can find. He knows her that well, knows that particular expression of hers, knows he hasn't got a chance of interrupting that single-minded focus. He loves that about her, too. Some day, he'll get his chance with her, but not today.
Which is fine. There are other things, other someones, other darker, deeper, less socially-acceptable liaisons for him to pursue this evening anyway.
The fuchsia, he finally decides, trying fabric and fake hair against his skin. It's all fantasy anyway. Right?
Madame's hands are gentle, discreet, maternally professional as they fit the padding to perfect the illusion the dress begins. She powders his skin flawlessly smooth, ties the ribbon around his throat to cover the last traces of his true gender. "Such a pretty boy," she murmurs. "A shame to cover this face." He blushes. She smiles, and fastens the ribbons of the mask behind his head as she instructs, "Mind, now, lovey, you be away before midnight when the masks come off, unless you want your man finding out who you really are."
"I will, Madame," he promises. He means it, too. It's worth his life, and manhood, to maintain the masquerade.
Madame says nothing, but she reaches up to pat his shoulder fondly as she sends him off.
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Date: 2007-10-29 09:55 pm (UTC)himer...hershim to dance with Chopper! Stuff Zoro for this one! I'd just love it if Zoro & Sanji were thwarted by Chopper who whisked Sanji off into the night for dancing, romancing and a little lovin' too. X3Ahhh, crack is dangerous. I shall now post my monstrosity. may it bring you joy bronze~chan!
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Date: 2007-10-30 01:02 am (UTC)Yes, crack is indeed a perilous thang...