A Random Drabble-y Thing.
It doesn't make all that much sense, really. So just sort of ~flow~ with it, hm?
No Title
Author is Me
Pairing could be ZoSopp. (looks to be leaning that way)
Rating is I don't know. Maybe a very light T.
And Uh. I don't know where this could have taken place. Pick and choose?
The moment hung, it balanced, thick and warm- sunlight easing like honey down the lines of Usopp's shoulders, spray arching behind him and catching it on the edges. He wondered if it was possible for fingers to feel sweet, or if that was just blood loss making him think that they did. Time passed languidly, in those few seconds, thinking the sight before him was somehow important.
Where they lingered, his nerves sang, where they brushed, he burned.
The creaking surface rocked beneath him. How was it he didn't feel the pain, watching those fingers tremble and stumble, putting thread through a needle, needle through skin? Red up to the wrists, flecks upon brown, and for a long moment they stopped working entirely. Eyes closed but trickling, body rigid, Usopp's mouth moved- oh god, oh god, oh god- and Zoro could only bleed. He wanted to do more.
Cry when you're finished stitching, idiot.
You'll lose the needle shaking like that.
Usopp's hands jerked back into motion. He looked terrified- crying, tears landing on Zoro's face, his chest.
It won't be hard to wash off that blood.
I promise I won't die. Not if you get over yourself and help out.
He wasn't used to being cried over like this. Being worried about. He'd been hurt before. Bandages, stitches, a good night's sleep, he knew how to fix it.
It was annoying, but...
I'll be okay. This is nothing.
...somehow, as that simple black thread got shorter, as the bleeding slowed, he felt like...like-
Stop crying.
-and maybe it was his brain giving in to that last drowse-fogged notion-
...stupid idiot.
-but Zoro felt as though it would have been okay, if those tears really had been the last thing he got to see.
No Title
Author is Me
Pairing could be ZoSopp. (looks to be leaning that way)
Rating is I don't know. Maybe a very light T.
And Uh. I don't know where this could have taken place. Pick and choose?
The moment hung, it balanced, thick and warm- sunlight easing like honey down the lines of Usopp's shoulders, spray arching behind him and catching it on the edges. He wondered if it was possible for fingers to feel sweet, or if that was just blood loss making him think that they did. Time passed languidly, in those few seconds, thinking the sight before him was somehow important.
Where they lingered, his nerves sang, where they brushed, he burned.
The creaking surface rocked beneath him. How was it he didn't feel the pain, watching those fingers tremble and stumble, putting thread through a needle, needle through skin? Red up to the wrists, flecks upon brown, and for a long moment they stopped working entirely. Eyes closed but trickling, body rigid, Usopp's mouth moved- oh god, oh god, oh god- and Zoro could only bleed. He wanted to do more.
Cry when you're finished stitching, idiot.
You'll lose the needle shaking like that.
Usopp's hands jerked back into motion. He looked terrified- crying, tears landing on Zoro's face, his chest.
It won't be hard to wash off that blood.
I promise I won't die. Not if you get over yourself and help out.
He wasn't used to being cried over like this. Being worried about. He'd been hurt before. Bandages, stitches, a good night's sleep, he knew how to fix it.
It was annoying, but...
I'll be okay. This is nothing.
...somehow, as that simple black thread got shorter, as the bleeding slowed, he felt like...like-
Stop crying.
-and maybe it was his brain giving in to that last drowse-fogged notion-
...stupid idiot.
-but Zoro felt as though it would have been okay, if those tears really had been the last thing he got to see.