@lovehungered - continued from here
ㅤㅤㅤTRAFALGAR LAW IS, BY DEFINITION, FAR FROM A STUPID man. excelling in both book smarts and the ways of the world, reading people also came as easy as breathing when you had to scrounge out a meager existence in the cold, barren wastes of what the fates had to offer him. he hadn't originally thought the strawhat's cook to be anything but what he was... a fan of smoking, women, and a talented chef. there was nothing complex there - and that was just the way he liked it. he already had his hands full managing luffy, he didn't need another headache - so rue was he, to find out that the blond was anything but simple. it made for some interesting... run ins, however, and who was law to deny the undeniable chemistry that could spark between the two of them when the opportunity arose?
ㅤㅤㅤstill though, sometimes a man was just a man - and sanji just really liked women ( of which law was distinctly not ), and thusly he couldn't help but feel a bit rankled.
ㅤㅤㅤit's very possible he's misreading the entire situation, but displeasure has already twisted upon the captain's countenance, plump lips narrowed in disdain. aureate gaze pierces the smaller man before him, before law just tilts his head, downs his whisky in a single go, and firmly adjusts the purring kikoku away from delicate fingertips. he'd known where sanji's eyes had been, and while law couldn't say they were exclusive ( it was bad form, probably, in the very loosest definition of pirate etiquette - to demand romantic commitment from your allies cook ) the whole thing frays his already loose nerves to a livewire. the problem with law was that he wasn't a particularly kind man, no matter what his crew or luffy might say, and vitriol is on his tongue before he can even think to swallow it.
ㅤㅤㅤ❝ no. you're not. ❞ㅤㅤㅤ a hand raises on reflex, blue light filling the space - encompassing the seedy little bar in a way that undoubtedly draws attention. dulcet tones utter that ever familiar 'room,' and with a flick of his hand - 'shambles.' both law and sanji are jarred from their position, rocks in their place at the bar, as the pirates themselves are instead transported to the middle of the alleyway, and the blue recedes, wrapped beneath his power again. his golden gaze is almost scornful beneath the brim of his hat - a wildly delicate sensibility harmed by a minor transgression... but sanji was especially privy to his mood swings, both the good and the bad of them. maybe it was because he was so much like...
ㅤㅤㅤhis spine goes ramrod straight, peering down a regal nose.ㅤㅤㅤ ❝ go on. ❞ ㅤㅤㅤhe waves his hand again. ㅤㅤㅤ❝ chase her. should be easy to catch up now, sanji. ❞