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♡ —R̶o̶s̶i̶n̶a̶n̶t̶e̶— ♡
@ASoundlessHeart
"𝐼 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊."
ᵐᵘⁿ/ᵐᵘˢᵉ ²¹⁺ Beigetreten Ağustos 2020
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Another bed that doesn't fit him as he slinks out of the inn he'd managed to secure for the night. A large stretch, a muted wince.
Now comes the trouble of finding breakfast...
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He barely fits on the stool of the bar he's managed to find himself in. Not that it matters, if his size didn't draw eyes his feather coat would.
Head tilting back and near toppling from the seat as he downs the alcohol that had been set before him, his huffing breath is silent.
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❝ Why not run…
…𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐧? ❞
Captain of the 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐏𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬,
The 𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇,
Former 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐬,
User of the 𝐎𝐏𝐄 𝐎𝐏𝐄 𝐧𝐨 𝐦𝐢…
—Trafalgar 𝘿. Water 𝐋𝐀𝐖,
𝗕𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗧𝗬: ฿ 3,000,000,000
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||: and a special <3 to ymir. you are my best friend and have run wild with me in so many fandoms. the kindest soul ever and i wish you the best in everything you do.
i will always be there for you if you need me, because you've always been there for me when noone else has.
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||: Happy valentines to everyone, whether you have someone or not, love yourself and love those around you. This world is too dark to spend it not spreading love.
َ@MVRPSUPPORT
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ( #MVRP ) ——— DAILY MOTIVATION! Happy Valentine’s Day ❤️! Show a fellow writer that they’re loved and show them some appreciation! ⠀ ⠀ ⠀
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Standing at the side of the road on some island eating.... well, he hopes they're peaches from some tree he's found. Food was food and his money's been low lately.
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Stretching and shaking out that feathered coat. Another night spent sleeping... somewhere. It was hard pretending to still be a ghost after all these years. Especially when said ghost still very much needed to eat.
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except maybe his own pride.
"...'m okay...!"
Focusing on breathing and just laying there for the time being, even if Rosinante seems to wilt a little. He'd been trying to help, after all, and of course, somehow, it ended up a mess.
"You okay too...? Didn't land too hard?"
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become more lifeless and sprawled now that it doesn't feel like his own body is attacking him.
That blond mop of hair nods, a weak grin, trying his best to keep up a smile when it's really not a smiling moment.
But he is fine under it all. Really. Nothing broken or injured +
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More wheezing, Rosinante simply letting himself sprawl as brows knit and he tries so hard to get a breath. It hurts, it hurts, it hurts! But not as bad as it could have been and certainly not the worst thing he'd felt, but still.
Finally, a gasping breath.
Finally able to +
ͲᎡᎪҒᎪᏞᏀᎪᎡ Ꭰ. ᏔᎪͲᎬᎡ ᏞᎪᏔ@SurgeonsHeart
stomach. "Jeez... Cora-san-" He let out a breath and rolled so that he could sit on his knees beside the wheezing blond. "Are you alright...?"
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trips over his own two feet and crashes to the floor.
There's a wheezing from the blond, the wind knocked out of him, but he's really no worse for wear.
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so he can scoop Law up and into his arms; held safe and close and huddling into his own feathered coat.
One step, a turn...
... a panicked noise, a slip of shoe, but Rosinante at least lands first. Flat on his rear and with all of Law landing on his belly as he goes as he +
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A tilt of that blond head, but fingers continue to card through dark hair, a small scratch, but stepping closer. "Age doesn't mean we don't need cared for. You should know this... hehe... doctor."
A wide grin, but Rosinante just leans down, hands worming under legs and torso +
ͲᎡᎪҒᎪᏞᏀᎪᎡ Ꭰ. ᏔᎪͲᎬᎡ ᏞᎪᏔ@SurgeonsHeart
everything else was the same. "I'm no longer a child, Cora-san..." Law huffs a bit at the offer of being carried, but after a moment his eyes closed. "...but I am too tired to move..."
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hat. And just like the book, it's given a place to rest.
Even if Rosinante's other hand tousles Law's dark hair in a playful manner.
"Need carried there?"
This close, it's easy to see his clothes are not the same. Despite the feathered coat with him. Hat missing and shirt a +
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A blink, and a smile blooms, soft and fond. There's warmth there easy enough, the same love that had been spoken into being thirteen years ago on a fateful snowy day.
"If you need help... just ask?"
Because it's simple enough to Rosinante in that regard. At least on the +
ͲᎡᎪҒᎪᏞᏀᎪᎡ Ꭰ. ᏔᎪͲᎬᎡ ᏞᎪᏔ@SurgeonsHeart
also avoiding the dreams that haunted him. "Maybe a little bit of both... That's why I was reading until someone stole my book..." "
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A large, silent yawn... and then nothing. Even as he sits there, oversized and out of place in his coat just helping himself to the fruit on the tree he'd found.
Not a sound from him with every bite or tug of fruit off the tree.
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letting his tongue blep out just enough to silently appear cheeky. Blood colored eyes drifting around the room.
At least till he's spoken to.
A ghost or not. That's where lines are drawn, aren't they? But a quiet voice breaks the gentle lull.
"Too stubborn to sleep or are +
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Even before words are spoken, Rosinante idles there, equally staring back as he's under that quiet observation. Hands buried in pockets, cigarette missing at the moment and shoulders hunched to make himself look smaller.
The blond doesn't hesitate much on blinking slow and +
ͲᎡᎪҒᎪᏞᏀᎪᎡ Ꭰ. ᏔᎪͲᎬᎡ ᏞᎪᏔ@SurgeonsHeart
elbows on his legs and folds his hands to set his chin on them. "...Was that really necessary... Cora-san...?"
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