( zoro's absolutely fucking relieved that nami doesn't press him on his non-answer, just kisses him back as though this isn't out of character for him, just pushes him back against the door like she can read his mind and know exactly what he wants. and β she does. she knows what zoro wants more than zoro knows himself sometimes.
like now, when she smiles up at him like there's not a single thing wrong in the world. when she snaps her fingers and points towards the ground, zoro thinks that maybe there doesn't have to be. his knees hit the carpet and he sits back on his calves, chin tipping up to allow her to fasten the collar around his neck.
the way that nami cares, the way that she sneaks a pinky finger between the collar and his throat to make sure that it's not too tight, the way that she fusses with it until the engraved tag with her name on it sits perfectly centered at the base of his neck β it suddenly overwhelms him, a lump in his throat beneath the leather as he swallows. he loves her, and he thinks that she might love him, too. it's a heady feeling, dizzying, and maybe zoro's just emotionally exhausted from everything that happened earlier, but his eyes are glassy when he looks back up at her, nodding, his face in her hands. )
Okay. ( there's a beat, where zoro reaches up to put a hand on top of hers, eyes closing, letting out a long breath that he feels like he's been holding for hours now. and maybe it's the wrong thing to say, because he doesn't know what the hell to say in a moment like this, but genuinely, he really fucking means it: ) Thanks.
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like now, when she smiles up at him like there's not a single thing wrong in the world. when she snaps her fingers and points towards the ground, zoro thinks that maybe there doesn't have to be. his knees hit the carpet and he sits back on his calves, chin tipping up to allow her to fasten the collar around his neck.
the way that nami cares, the way that she sneaks a pinky finger between the collar and his throat to make sure that it's not too tight, the way that she fusses with it until the engraved tag with her name on it sits perfectly centered at the base of his neck β it suddenly overwhelms him, a lump in his throat beneath the leather as he swallows. he loves her, and he thinks that she might love him, too. it's a heady feeling, dizzying, and maybe zoro's just emotionally exhausted from everything that happened earlier, but his eyes are glassy when he looks back up at her, nodding, his face in her hands. )
Okay. ( there's a beat, where zoro reaches up to put a hand on top of hers, eyes closing, letting out a long breath that he feels like he's been holding for hours now. and maybe it's the wrong thing to say, because he doesn't know what the hell to say in a moment like this, but genuinely, he really fucking means it: ) Thanks.