( bee recalls a dream she had, once, as a little girl just learning to leave her bed for the first time — three candles, three flames burn brighter than the sun / their blaze engulfs an evil done / their angry mourning purpose gives / they do not know their child still lives, and one candle broken in her tiny fist, held together only by the adjoining wick, child, light the fire. burn the future and the past. it’s what you were born to do.
she wonders if sanji is meant to be her tool, her broken candle clenched in her hand. the catalyst, they call it — it makes her sad, because she loves him, and wishes for nothing but his own lasting happiness. )
Do they know you yet live?
You are as precious to me as a prince or princess, and perhaps even more so. I will take care of you.
( it strikes her, the reason why adults so insist on you telling the truth, always — inevitably it comes out, and it only makes you look dumb, and who would want a dumb kid? but she can't tell sanji the outlining facts of her deformity — that she can hypnotize, but the eyes then explode in their sockets, waiting to be refilled — or else he won't agree to her offer. she sees the unfolding events as plainly as a storybook lesson. she'll just have to think of another lie, or at least a way to avoid the truth. )
I will teach you, since you will teach me to swim. It is not difficult.
no subject
she wonders if sanji is meant to be her tool, her broken candle clenched in her hand. the catalyst, they call it — it makes her sad, because she loves him, and wishes for nothing but his own lasting happiness. )
Do they know you yet live?
You are as precious to me as a prince or princess, and perhaps even more so. I will take care of you.
( it strikes her, the reason why adults so insist on you telling the truth, always — inevitably it comes out, and it only makes you look dumb, and who would want a dumb kid? but she can't tell sanji the outlining facts of her deformity — that she can hypnotize, but the eyes then explode in their sockets, waiting to be refilled — or else he won't agree to her offer. she sees the unfolding events as plainly as a storybook lesson. she'll just have to think of another lie, or at least a way to avoid the truth. )
I will teach you, since you will teach me to swim. It is not difficult.