You are. ( nami voices, kind of dumbly, brain making a temporary offline sound to see zoro's mouth pressed against her fingers in a kiss. not their first kiss. with any luck, not their last, but she's pretty sure the temperamental beating of her heart is not normal in the face of something so innocent, something well explored. then again, maybe its the way yours fits in zoro's mouth β rightly, like a key slotting into a lock. ) That's always been true. It goes the other way too, you know.
( that is β he's her swordsman, and she's his cat burglar. if those things are less true here, they'll always be each other's something. nami's confident about that the way she's confident in little else, possibly just because zoro's felt like a permanent fixture in her life ever since he entered it, no matter how hard nami used to deny it. witch and familiar now, she feels his kittenish purring as if it's coming from her own chest β she wonders if somewhere on the hunt sanji can feel it too, like nami serves as a proxy between her two familiars. she wonders if it warms him up like it does to her, a kettle lit under a flame.
her free hand lays flat on his chest, mapping out the vibration. )
Are you purring because you're happy?
( she doesn't say i bet i could make you purr louder, but she does step around him, pining herself to the door he just entered through. cunningly, she catches his tail, letting the fluffy tip of it tickle her opposing palm. )
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( that is β he's her swordsman, and she's his cat burglar. if those things are less true here, they'll always be each other's something. nami's confident about that the way she's confident in little else, possibly just because zoro's felt like a permanent fixture in her life ever since he entered it, no matter how hard nami used to deny it. witch and familiar now, she feels his kittenish purring as if it's coming from her own chest β she wonders if somewhere on the hunt sanji can feel it too, like nami serves as a proxy between her two familiars. she wonders if it warms him up like it does to her, a kettle lit under a flame.
her free hand lays flat on his chest, mapping out the vibration. )
Are you purring because you're happy?
( she doesn't say i bet i could make you purr louder, but she does step around him, pining herself to the door he just entered through. cunningly, she catches his tail, letting the fluffy tip of it tickle her opposing palm. )