[ no, he doesn't blame that. even without the influence of the blood ritual, being with her feels like an inevitability. he's been in love with her since the moment he first saw her sitting in the baratie, after all.
whatever... thing has been building between zoro and him, borne first of his grief over nami, it now exists as something so staunchly real that sanji can no longer pretend it away. he can't just erase the weeks of zoro's gentle hands on his bloody face, his solid presence in their shared bed at night, the brief, accidental brushes of sleep-warmed skin. he can't forget that zoro had been the one to brush his tears away with the grace to never mention his weakness, day after day. and then zoro had gotten nami back, for him, and sanji just —
he really hasn't said much of anything to zoro since. except for berating him about the mistletoe and then getting on his knees for him to put his dick in his mouth. ]
there was a me and him. i just don't really
i need to get started on your tarts. i'm going to fetch the oranges myself.
( it's definitely more than enough progress for one day — if she's honest, it's further than nami thought she would get anyway, so she's happy to let it rest there. in fact, the reasonable thing to do would be to let sanji process alone, and give him the same distance he gave her, when she ran away.
unfortunately, she is not sanji. she is much worse. )
can i come with? we don't have to talk, i just wanna shop. ( see: spend time with you. ) i'll let you carry my baaaaag. and you can teach me how to spot the good fruits from the bad ones.
( she grew up in a tangerine grove. she knows a spoiled orange when she sees it. what she doesn't know is if sanji will spiral or not without distractions. )
[ he wouldn't say no to nami regardless, but especially not after losing her — and he has time, anyway, to wipe his eyes, his notebook balanced on his knees where he sits on the floor of their bedroom, his back against the door. his throat feels tight, his hands unsteady as he writes.
at least this way he can avoid seeing zoro until he's busy in the kitchen, and it'll be easy enough to shoo him into the bedroom, where nami is sure to be dozing by then with a belly full of sweet pastries. nami had mentioned the idea of her and zoro enough times that sanji is comfortable believing it's what she wants, rather than whatever... all of this was. both of them, coming after him. ]
of course you can come with me! fruit-picking with nami 💓 i'll see you soon!
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whatever... thing has been building between zoro and him, borne first of his grief over nami, it now exists as something so staunchly real that sanji can no longer pretend it away. he can't just erase the weeks of zoro's gentle hands on his bloody face, his solid presence in their shared bed at night, the brief, accidental brushes of sleep-warmed skin. he can't forget that zoro had been the one to brush his tears away with the grace to never mention his weakness, day after day. and then zoro had gotten nami back, for him, and sanji just —
he really hasn't said much of anything to zoro since. except for berating him about the mistletoe and then getting on his knees for him to put his dick in his mouth. ]
there was a me and him.
i just don't really
i need to get started on your tarts.
i'm going to fetch the oranges myself.
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unfortunately, she is not sanji. she is much worse. )
can i come with? we don't have to talk, i just wanna shop. ( see: spend time with you. ) i'll let you carry my baaaaag. and you can teach me how to spot the good fruits from the bad ones.
( she grew up in a tangerine grove. she knows a spoiled orange when she sees it. what she doesn't know is if sanji will spiral or not without distractions. )
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at least this way he can avoid seeing zoro until he's busy in the kitchen, and it'll be easy enough to shoo him into the bedroom, where nami is sure to be dozing by then with a belly full of sweet pastries. nami had mentioned the idea of her and zoro enough times that sanji is comfortable believing it's what she wants, rather than whatever... all of this was. both of them, coming after him. ]
of course you can come with me!
fruit-picking with nami 💓
i'll see you soon!