Title: Respect
Pairing: Sanji/Zoro
Rating: BZ (Bloody Zoro) Angsty! O_o
Topic: Restrained Sanji
Word Count: 186 (didn't think I could squeeze out any more angst!) D8
Zoro was a proud man.
Sanji knew that probably just as well as Luffy, if not better. Probably better, he'd like to think, afterall, the marimo was as stubborn as he was, and he had to agree that was a pretty impressive something in his books.
Restraint wasn't in their nature, they did everything to the hilt, no-holds-barred, no-limits, surpassing them to the point that they never should have returned from.
They should both be dead from how far they've pushed themselves, Zoro more than any of all of them, not just between himself and the swordsman.
But where there wasn't restraint, there was respect.
So in the small hours of the morning, when the cook sat down-wind of the man who was essentially the other side to his coin, puffing his way through more cigarettes in a night than he would in a week, he would pause.
When Zoro cried out mutely in his sleep, Sanji could not go to him.
When he shifted in discomfort, respect held his tongue from uttering any comfort.
When his name was whimpered softly in something that shouldn't have resembled fear...
...that was when Sanji learnt restraint.
Pairing: Sanji/Zoro
Rating: BZ (Bloody Zoro) Angsty! O_o
Topic: Restrained Sanji
Word Count: 186 (didn't think I could squeeze out any more angst!) D8
Zoro was a proud man.
Sanji knew that probably just as well as Luffy, if not better. Probably better, he'd like to think, afterall, the marimo was as stubborn as he was, and he had to agree that was a pretty impressive something in his books.
Restraint wasn't in their nature, they did everything to the hilt, no-holds-barred, no-limits, surpassing them to the point that they never should have returned from.
They should both be dead from how far they've pushed themselves, Zoro more than any of all of them, not just between himself and the swordsman.
But where there wasn't restraint, there was respect.
So in the small hours of the morning, when the cook sat down-wind of the man who was essentially the other side to his coin, puffing his way through more cigarettes in a night than he would in a week, he would pause.
When Zoro cried out mutely in his sleep, Sanji could not go to him.
When he shifted in discomfort, respect held his tongue from uttering any comfort.
When his name was whimpered softly in something that shouldn't have resembled fear...
...that was when Sanji learnt restraint.
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Date: 2008-11-20 10:56 pm (UTC)I think I'm a tad delusional.
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Date: 2008-11-21 02:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-11-21 03:32 am (UTC)Both potentials are superb. very nice.