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Title: Small Endearments
Rating: PG13
Pairing: Zoro/Luffy
Notes: A cute idea that popped into my head when I bought a pair of sandals that look just like the pair Luffy wears. The weirdest things pop into my head...
Sometimes, it wasn't about the big things at all.
At times, it was about how his earrings jingle rhythmically to their own beat on windy days. Or yet at times, it was how his tan lines cut across his shoulders and knees, the white lines streaked across his feet from his sandals.
Sometimes it was the misplaced scars, known to both but usually unseen or all too familiar. Old wounds where hands were forever returning to caress or trace, leaving behind contented sighs.
It was about how when given a chance, he would become lost without someone to lead him back. For him, it was when he could not, would not, remember a person's name, creating ridiculous nicknames to throw back at intimidating enemies.
Sometimes it wasn't about the big things, but about the little things. It was about the small endearments that filled in the gaps in between the larger ones.
Rating: PG13
Pairing: Zoro/Luffy
Notes: A cute idea that popped into my head when I bought a pair of sandals that look just like the pair Luffy wears. The weirdest things pop into my head...
Sometimes, it wasn't about the big things at all.
At times, it was about how his earrings jingle rhythmically to their own beat on windy days. Or yet at times, it was how his tan lines cut across his shoulders and knees, the white lines streaked across his feet from his sandals.
Sometimes it was the misplaced scars, known to both but usually unseen or all too familiar. Old wounds where hands were forever returning to caress or trace, leaving behind contented sighs.
It was about how when given a chance, he would become lost without someone to lead him back. For him, it was when he could not, would not, remember a person's name, creating ridiculous nicknames to throw back at intimidating enemies.
Sometimes it wasn't about the big things, but about the little things. It was about the small endearments that filled in the gaps in between the larger ones.
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Date: 2009-09-24 10:23 pm (UTC)