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I Wouldnt Be Here If I Didnt Finish.

 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? ❞

 I Wouldnt Be Here If I Didnt Finish.
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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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@onepiecc said: ❛ don’t go. please. ❜ / [𝟐𝟎𝟎 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒]

@onepiecc Said: Dont Go. Please. / [ ]

   【 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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1 year ago
 If You're Hungover, That's Your Own Problem.

   ❝ 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.

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1 year ago

@climatact ❤️'d for a thing.

@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. ❞

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1 year ago

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 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.

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1 year ago

@chillin-at-partys-bar ❤️'d for a thing. (smoker)

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 ❝ 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. ❞

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