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moe81Title: Ah to hell with it cause I suck at titles Falling Short
Rating: PG
Pairing: Sanji/Zoro
Topic: Reflection
Words: 133
It wasn’t long enough. Not even close. Not enough time for anything; to live, to lo…
A hand tightened until knuckles turned white with the strain. It shouldn’t hurt like this, it shouldn’t matter this much. If only he’d been a little faster, a little closer, a little…a little… Fuck, what little. He wasn’t good enough; his skill, his dream, his fucking worth because he really was worthless and useless and…
He wasn’t going to cry. He was still a man and this…wasn’t…HURTING!
Wood splintered under his fist as it was driven into the bench top, skin parting and blood running a river over his fingers, dripping to the floor with a steady plip plip.
Teeth clenched and in the reflection of the pot in his hand, he swore he could see green.
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Date: 2009-03-16 04:43 am (UTC)Nice imagery, it's stark and painful!
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Date: 2009-03-16 07:21 am (UTC)but I just can't figure it out. Did Zoro die and Sanji tried to save him, but couldn't? And now Sanji is trying to go on with his life and duties (cooking), and he thinks in his paralysing pain he may have seen Zoro's reflection in the pot... That's my best bet... am I anywhere close to what you meant? :P
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Date: 2009-03-25 05:22 am (UTC)*is slightly deliriously happy about having to make people think even though its pretty and angsty*
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Date: 2009-03-25 05:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-25 05:27 am (UTC)So I was right? :D
Be all the happy you wish, you deserve it for writing these awesome (if sometimes mind-breaking or tear-jerking) stories/drabbles/ficcies/whatchamacallits.
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Date: 2009-03-25 05:33 am (UTC)What in the world are you talking about?
No matter. I luvs you anyway!