I Wouldnt Be Here If I Didnt Finish.

❝ i wouldn’t be here if i didn’t finish. ❞
if minion island had only been rosinante’s entrance into hell, then where he existed currently was in its deepest trench.
the ninth circle: betrayal. the lowest sin. the blackest sin, furthest from the light of heaven. reserved for those who betrayed their family, their country, and their god.
as far as the family was concerned, rosinante had committed all three sins that night with his 'silly little plan' to snatch up law, the op op fruit, and run to the nearest marine base. the moment he hid law away in a chest, and admitted to his brother's face that law had eaten the fruit doflamingo had been searching years for, rosinante should have been fated to die. should have.
but death would have been too simple a punishment, wouldn’t it?
instead the spy awoke a week later, alive but very much not well. his wounds were patched enough to no longer be teetering on edges between worlds of the living and the dead. his captors refused him the ‘mercy’ of painkillers, allowing the brutal sharpness of cracked ribs and aches of torn muscles to keep him tethered to the living when he longed for death.
each day since had been its own nightmare. an odd nightmare, where he was still granted the "respect" of his brother's stupid title for him, given jobs to do just as always, and allowed to live in the palaceーbut little respect anywhere else. one where he was recognized as the king's brother, but fitted with a revolving assortment of shackles, collars, and arm binders depending on how "cooperative" he had been on any given day.
prince rosinante is a bit screwed up mentally, he remembers hearing diamante lie once after a failed attempt to get a blacksmith in the city to break them off. poor guy'll have fits where he tries to hurt himself sometimes, so these are just a precaution for his bad days when he's extra schizo. it’s not the most comfortable, so he’ll get whiny about it, but the young master would just die if something happened to his baby brother, y'know?
yet, rosinante wouldn't go as far to say he was treated like a slave, but more like an unruly child. it was as if doflamingo had regressed back to when they were children, back when rosinante was still meek enough to be led around by the hand and willingly obedient to his every beck & call, and was forcing him to play along, too.
it was a strange hell, the poistion he found himself in.
❝ i'm starving, ❞ he announced. ❝ do i have permission to eat now? ❞


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Silence. it was something the king seemed to be surrounded in now adays. just the silence and the endless ocean of thoughts that seemed to storm within the cavity of his skull. In the dimly lit corridors of the grand palace that Doflamingo claimed as his own kingdom, the air was thick with tension. The echoes of his footsteps reverberated off the opulent walls as he made his way back from a clandestine meeting with Kaido, the ominous emperor on the north side of the New World. The subject of their discourse was the manufacturing of SMILE fruits, negotiations over the production of the artificial Devil Fruits that had become both a commodity and a curse to most who have come across them or have been unfortunate enough to consume them. not that it mattered to him. as long as he got what was promised from the transaction he couldnt give a single fucking care. reclined on the opulent sofa in his lavish palace, a bottle of fine wine clasped in his hand, his pierced tounge lapping the corner of his lips of the liquid that spilled down to his chin. His mind swirled with the intoxicating combination of alcohol and his motive for immortality. having a kingdom under his rule, people who worshipped him as a god, a god who had somewhow showed up when it was most conveinent and gave them salvation from a moment of disaster. he was their savior. thier god.
Dressrosa flourished under his rule. he made it a paradise, a utopia that he deserved. he was brought back from the abyss of his thoughts by the soft clicks of someone approaching his lavished space. heterochromatic brillant blues and golds, cold and calculating, fixed on the approaching figure. he could immediately point out who it was by the way he walked alone. it was his sibling. Corazon's entrance had disrupted the suffocating silence that lingered in the air, a silence that was about to shatter like glass. it was probably for the best.
Perhaps it was the weight of their shared traumatic past, but he held a sympathetic soft spot for his younger brother. a smirk eternally plastered across his face. The echoes of his leather shoes reverberated off the marble walls till it came to a hault before him.
❝ What do you want, Rosi? * Doflamingo's voice was smooth and low, a chuckle leaving his lips. ❝ Shouldn't you be off somewhere playing the good cooperative little brother and doing some tasks i assigned to you? *

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【 i wasn't planning on leaving. 】
rosinante had left briefly to go check the perimeter of their baseーan essential daily routine for an organization like the donquixote pirates, who always had to be up & ready to move at the first sign of trouble.
though, the spy did always find it strange it was a task he was assigned at all; with his 'muteness', it wasn't as if he could warn the other family members of encroaching danger if he was father away from themーneeding to write and, on occasion, use the short list of hand signs he knew to communicate nearly everythingーand if someone was accompanying him on patrol, then there really was no need for him to be there at all. he supposed doflamingo just wanted him busy with something, no matter how small.
he returned ten minutes later after another uneventful sweep of the area, sitting across from her and doing his best to drop the 'scary & aloof' act he put up with other family members, smiling more warmly now.
【 i'll stay as long as you want me to. 】
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❝ if you're hungover, that's your own problem. ❞
rosinante had no sympathies, halfway through his plate already, having given up waiting for his colleague after he had already run late ten minutes passed their appointed meeting time.
he wouldn't go as far to say he was a morning person, but he was stricter with his morning routine than most on the base. nearly every morning, he got up at least an hour early to stretch properlyーan essential part of preventing (or at least mitigating) future injuries for a man as clumsy as himself.

@code01746 Rosinante
Smoker groans. It had been another long night, and he was tired. He had promised Rosinante they could get coffee and breakfast together before running laps. Smoker sighs as he enters the mess hall, looking for the blonde male. Finally finding him, he approaches, "You lucky I like you. It's too early to be up and alive..." So yeah, Hina may have gotten him drunk, but she was a pretty lady. How could he say no?
@climatact ❤️'d for a thing.

❝ you seem way more willing to be open about this than law is, so i suppose you're the person to ask. ❞
not that law was necessarily not open with rosinanteーthey had plenty of deep conversations about all sorts of things. their shared past, what they want out of their future, what freedom means, what choosing to die for someone means, what they regretted, what they were thankful for. talking to your father figure about your significant other appeared to be off-limits, though. he needed to get creative, and approach things from a different way.
❝ well, you're also the only other person i can askーbut at least you won't get embarrassed and hide your face when i ask for details. ❞

❝ ...something like that. ❞
his voice still remained unfocused, sounding as if it were coming from somewhere off in the distance and not from his own throat. the scent of smoke brought him back, and he realized the ominous quality of what he had just said. he felt exposed, like he was wearing too much of his heart on his sleeve in the moment. he panicked.
❝ not... not the 'cooties' part, the 'going after his bounty' part. ❞ wait, why did he say that? of course she wasn't serious about the first partーshe was joking. sigh. clumsy body, clumsy tongue, it turns out. he tried to tamp down his embarrassment, shifting focus to his coworker's face.
❝ i don't think i could. at least not on my own; my fruit isn't really cut out for direct combat, and the higher-ups say he's a monster. apparently, he ran a gang with territory stretching all over the north blue islands since he was a kid, and i guess he just wasn't satisfied with that. makes me wonder what he's after. ❞

"You don't have cooties, do you?" Such sarcastic questioning was followed up with a long inhalation as the crimson-haired marine stepped beside her companion. Grey eyes scanned the posters, landing on the one she thought he might have been eyeing. "Ugly bastard, isn't he? Thinking about going for his bounty and ridding the world of one less shitty pirate?"
Taking down pirates- bad pirates- not one's that fought for a better life for everyone- were the entire reason she had become a marine in the first place. Her one eyes drifted away from her fellow marine had been eyeing to move to that of Shiki. The moment she'd heard news of his plight and looked upon his mug she knew what she wanted to do with herself for the first time in her life.
@chillin-at-partys-bar ❤️'d for a thing. (smoker)

❝ i'll be lucky if i don't get discharged for that, never mind demoted. ❞
rosinante dangled one leg off the side of his bunk while the other was curled up to his chest, gripped tightly as he subconsciously tried to tamp down his anxieties.
maybe he was being a bit hyperbolicーafter all, being the adopted son of an admiral awarded him way more leniency than others in his ranksーbut sengoku could only save him when he screwed up so many times, surely. only so many times he could convince rosinante's superiors that his son's tendency to accidentally light his surroundings on fire when he tries to light a cigarette totally doesn't make him a liability. rosinante was just waiting for the day it happened at this point.
❝ but something that flammable shouldn't have been on the tween deck at all if they're gonna complain about it. everyone knows that's the best place to smoke. ❞
