Its constructive... kinda...
Nov. 12th, 2004 10:04 amI was in a good mood until about 3pm yesterday. Then the fecal matter hit the air circulation device. This is my stress relief. I tend to take these sort of things out on my favorite characters (ya, I'm sick) and as Zoro staunchly refuses to angst... well, to quote
xparrot... "Sorry, Sanji-kun..."]
Title: Cold Comfort [ye gods, bad pun!]
Pairing: Faintly LuSan
Word count: 306
Rating: PG
Notes: Because 'Special' doesn't necessarily mean 'good'
Still as it may be, the frigid air gradually leeched precious heat from his body. Sitting huddled in the jagged grotto, Sanji listened for any sounds above. It was dead quiet; not even a bird to be heard for all he strained.
Like a frozen moment... crystallized, for only him to see. It might even have been pretty; with the glassy ice catching the light just right... if he hadn't lost his cigarettes on the way down, and the fall hadn't done something to his back so he couldn't reach them.
But Nami-san was safe; he had gotten her out of harm's way, and she had gone for help, so it wouldn't be long before he could have his precious nicotine, and a warm drink, and then it would be time to make dinner...
He wasn't sure how long he sat, gazing at the cigarettes, not 10 feet out of his reach. It probably wasn't a good sign that he had stopped shivering sometime during that quiet contemplation. But the terrain was so bland, so easy to get lost there- and with Luffy or Zoro's sense of direction, even Nami-san would be hard pressed to lead them here. They were likely still looking for his lonely crevice among the crags and rocks.
He spent the next several minutes pushing down the galling thought of being saved by the cabbage-head.
Finally, someone above called his name- nearly screaming to be heard at distance. Most people would think Luffy was angry when he used that tone, but the cook knew better; could hear the desperate edge to his voice.
He wanted nothing more than to call out, let his captain know he was alright- assuage his fears, but he couldn't quite muster the strength to.
So very tired... maybe he would have the energy after a short nap...
Forgive me, 'twas written in roughly 15 minutes. And no, I don't know why I keep reverting to old english in this post. o_O;;
Title: Cold Comfort [ye gods, bad pun!]
Pairing: Faintly LuSan
Word count: 306
Rating: PG
Notes: Because 'Special' doesn't necessarily mean 'good'
Still as it may be, the frigid air gradually leeched precious heat from his body. Sitting huddled in the jagged grotto, Sanji listened for any sounds above. It was dead quiet; not even a bird to be heard for all he strained.
Like a frozen moment... crystallized, for only him to see. It might even have been pretty; with the glassy ice catching the light just right... if he hadn't lost his cigarettes on the way down, and the fall hadn't done something to his back so he couldn't reach them.
But Nami-san was safe; he had gotten her out of harm's way, and she had gone for help, so it wouldn't be long before he could have his precious nicotine, and a warm drink, and then it would be time to make dinner...
He wasn't sure how long he sat, gazing at the cigarettes, not 10 feet out of his reach. It probably wasn't a good sign that he had stopped shivering sometime during that quiet contemplation. But the terrain was so bland, so easy to get lost there- and with Luffy or Zoro's sense of direction, even Nami-san would be hard pressed to lead them here. They were likely still looking for his lonely crevice among the crags and rocks.
He spent the next several minutes pushing down the galling thought of being saved by the cabbage-head.
Finally, someone above called his name- nearly screaming to be heard at distance. Most people would think Luffy was angry when he used that tone, but the cook knew better; could hear the desperate edge to his voice.
He wanted nothing more than to call out, let his captain know he was alright- assuage his fears, but he couldn't quite muster the strength to.
So very tired... maybe he would have the energy after a short nap...
Forgive me, 'twas written in roughly 15 minutes. And no, I don't know why I keep reverting to old english in this post. o_O;;
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Date: 2004-11-12 07:15 pm (UTC)So .. much ... teh angst ... I cry.
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Date: 2004-11-16 11:47 pm (UTC)Maybe Vash could like, fall on top of a tiny, frail puppy and crush its little bones as he dies ...
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Date: 2004-11-15 03:08 pm (UTC)& hope things de-stress for you!
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Date: 2004-11-15 05:57 pm (UTC)(Thanks, too- with any luck the computer with be fixed tonight, and all will be well again. ^_^)
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Date: 2008-04-13 06:36 pm (UTC)liked this line