Falling, falling....
Title: Before the Fall
Rating: K
Pairing/Characters: Nami, Robin
Word Count(if applicable): 298
Prompt: Falling
She’s not going to fall. She tells herself this. Things are complicated enough. Things are comfortably simple as they are. They each have their roles to play. Falling would upset everything. Besides, she thinks, as she looks at the exquisitely made, exquisitely named Sunset Bliss, the ice clinking in the glass, he may be serious but he may not be ‘serious’. Not in the way couples are. Not in the way she is, to be frank.
Nami watches him stroll across the deck below, one hand casually shoved in his pocket, the other carrying a plate of treats he is likely going to deliver to Chopper and Usopp who have perched themselves up on the crow’s nest. It’s the cigarettes, she decides, watching him deftly avoid the ever seeking rubbery hands of their captain. It is the smoke that always clings to his slim form like it always clung to Bellemere. It reminds her of home.
A stinging jolt goes through her and she snaps her gaze down to the newspaper folded on her lap. She takes a sip of the drink and sets it aside, turning the pages restlessly, seeing nothing important.
“Something on your mind?” Robin says, her always smiling all knowing voice creeping over Nami like tide water, slow but inevitable. To bring it up would be to admit it and Nami has never been in the business of admitting anything.
“Nothing,” Nami says, flicking open the paper. Robin chuckles as if she knows the truth already. But it’s not the truth because it is nothing. It will be nothing. She is not going to fall and that was all there was to it.
“It might be fun,” Robin says and Nami pretends she doesn’t hear. After all, she is good at holding on.
Rating: K
Pairing/Characters: Nami, Robin
Word Count(if applicable): 298
Prompt: Falling
She’s not going to fall. She tells herself this. Things are complicated enough. Things are comfortably simple as they are. They each have their roles to play. Falling would upset everything. Besides, she thinks, as she looks at the exquisitely made, exquisitely named Sunset Bliss, the ice clinking in the glass, he may be serious but he may not be ‘serious’. Not in the way couples are. Not in the way she is, to be frank.
Nami watches him stroll across the deck below, one hand casually shoved in his pocket, the other carrying a plate of treats he is likely going to deliver to Chopper and Usopp who have perched themselves up on the crow’s nest. It’s the cigarettes, she decides, watching him deftly avoid the ever seeking rubbery hands of their captain. It is the smoke that always clings to his slim form like it always clung to Bellemere. It reminds her of home.
A stinging jolt goes through her and she snaps her gaze down to the newspaper folded on her lap. She takes a sip of the drink and sets it aside, turning the pages restlessly, seeing nothing important.
“Something on your mind?” Robin says, her always smiling all knowing voice creeping over Nami like tide water, slow but inevitable. To bring it up would be to admit it and Nami has never been in the business of admitting anything.
“Nothing,” Nami says, flicking open the paper. Robin chuckles as if she knows the truth already. But it’s not the truth because it is nothing. It will be nothing. She is not going to fall and that was all there was to it.
“It might be fun,” Robin says and Nami pretends she doesn’t hear. After all, she is good at holding on.