Me Writing Rosinante Vs. Me Writing Doflamingo

me writing rosinante vs. me writing doflamingo

　　　❝ yeah! well, as long as i've known him, at least. ❞

　rosinante loved law; truly, he didーbut conversations had never been his strong suit. baring a small array of topics (usually concerning medicine, or reliving parts of what the two had gone through together all those years ago) conversations tended to be stilted & one-sided, with rosinante often fighting to keep it alive until law's disinterest was so palpable, he couldn't help but get embarrassed and pretend he never initiated any conversation in the first place. sitting in silence and simply basking in each other's company was something they often did, often doing different activities in the same room parallel to each other, but rosinante couldn't deny one of his love languages was definitely talking.

luffy, though? oh, luffy was a dream; a sunny disposition, seemingly limitless energy, eager to chat (especially if rosinante happened to bring food with him onboard the sunny) but, most importantly, seemingly as interested in law as he was.

　❝ part of it is definitely that he's a doctorーhe's actied like a teeny tiny professional ever since he was tenーbut he's also been through a lot. though, the issue is he doesn't like talking, so he just internalizes it. he hates talking so much, he didn't tell you he was in dressrosa to try and kill my brother until all hell had broken lose already, right? he's always been like that. a bit... frustrating, but that's law. ❞

"Me too!Shishishi" Luffy's shoulders jostle with laughter. Law had never tried to correcthim or demanded he stop, by all accounts he'd just accepted it with no other choice. It could have been worse. "His last name ugh Tra—trafela, that it's just hard to say." It's a mouth full with his East Blue accent so instead of getting it wrong every time Tora-o it is.

Face lights up, smile brightly spreading from ear to ear. "Yeah! Ya see it!" Law hasn't said the word himself but they are friends! "He's been so stubborn 'n stuff but I think he had a lot of fun with us. Takes himself real serious all the time, like he's always thinkin' of the worst thing that can happen." Nostrils flare as he huffs. In spite of his gentle probing and curious looks Law was determined to shut himself off from everyone but his crew. "He always been like this?"

　faced with such genuine protesting, rosinante started to backtrack so quickly, he surprised even himself. giolla, in particular, had been furious with him in the past for shot putting children off the deck of the numancia and into the ocean (with the knowledge they were decent swimmers, of course) yet all she got in return with an indifference stare & shrug.

rosinante didn't blame giolla for yelling; he recognized his behavior was awful and was prepared he'd have to reckon with whatever deity was out there for it someday. but, the way rosinante saw it, it was either force them out of the gang now, or they'd meet an even more gruesome fate in the future once doflamingo had fully molded their minds to his liking.

(though, there was something ironic about a criminal like her caring about the safety of young lives when she has certainly taken more than a handful herself, but that was beside the point.)

but this was someone who was in no position to be concerned, being concerned. the gesture twisted his stomach & amplified his feelings of guilt that he often tried to tamper down by thinking of 'the greater good'.

　【 okay. okay. i understand. i'll season their favorite candies with pepper. how's that sound? they need to be reprimanded somehow, it's unacceptable to do this. 】

Watching the male write that he would take care of the kids, her heart skipped a beat in fear of what he could have meant by that. Finally the other cracked his knuckles to indicate what he meant by that statement panic and fear kicked in. Even though the kids were brats, Stella held no ill will towards them nor wished for them to be beaten. Her mind did not even register what he wrote down next as she was in a full panic attack.

The female's whole body was trembling badly as tears streamed down her cheeks as memories from her time with a Celestial Dragon came rushing back. She remembered how the children slaves were treated and it broke her heart as no child deserved to be beaten. Her body moved forward on its own closer to the other. Her feet knocked over the tray of food and the collar around her neck pulled her backwards from the sudden movement.

Falling to her knees, she quickly bowed on the ground to beg and plead with the male to take everything out on her instead. "P-please do-don't hurt the children!" Her whole body sobbed as she continued to beg him. "P-please no child deserves to be hurt. If you have to hit someone please just take it out on me instead. Just don't ha-harm them!" Whimpers left her throat as her vision was cloudy from her tears as the memories were engraved in her mind.

　❝ i see! ❞

　rosinante hung to her words, reddish-brown eyes receptive & alert, a smile that shifted from warm joy, to something a bit more pensive and perhaps.... embarrassed as the conversation turned to the marines.

　❝ we haven't really talked about it muchーmy connection to the marines, i mean. i lied to him about not being involved for months, and the night i finally admitted it was the night we got... separated. ❞

　separated. that was certainly a more docile way of phrasing what had happened than 'i was hospitalized on a marine base after almost being murdered by my brother & law ran for his life in the opposite direction', though rosinante imagined nami had already heard an abridged version of from law. plus, there was a time & place to delve into deeper topics with people, but a first time meeting between you & your son's partner didn't seem like it fit the bill.

　❝ i'm sure he's told you everything, about how much he hates them. for what the world government did to his home country. part of my lying was i couldn't risk him not trusting me & running off while we were on the road, so i just kept lying. but that brat is too smart for his own good sometimes, so of course he figured out i was a marine before i told him, but i... doubt he's that happy about it, y'know? i don't really bring it up. ❞

Oh. Not a question after all, but a statement that had her cheeks burning brighter than they had been moments before. Of course she was special- Law realized that or he wouldn't have been so open with his attention and affections towards her. Of course she knew he didn't give that to everyone, considering he was still insistent he didn't like her captain half the time.

"I guess you can say we're a lot more alike than you'd think," she muses out loud, twining a ringlet around her finger in thought. Law was special too, or she wouldn't have been so open to accepting that their feelings for one another went further than mutual attraction. To find that they had much more in common than stubborn natures and quick tempers wasn't really much of a surprise. "We both wear our hearts on our sleeves, after all."

A hand reached across her own chest to touch the swirl of ink that sat over her visible healed scar, not sure if Rosinante would pick up on the meaning otherwise. "Mine's a reminder of my ex-marine savior too."

Talking about Bellemere was never easy, but with Law it had felt just as every part of other step of their relationship- completely natural. She had cried a little just at the mention of her, just like now her eyes misted over at the thought of her now.