Dear Sasha,
Isn't it sort of eerie how many thoughts you can have towards one person, but the moment you try to speak to them, it's just smoke that blows away in the ocean breeze. Silence.
I was never the one who spoke up much, but perhaps that's one thing that made our bond a little stronger. Something we shared. Perhaps that's the thing that lend me to show you a glimpse of the person behind of all the scars that simmer on the surface. Though times followed by even tougher times. We argued a lot. Your father and I. About you and what's right for you. It felt strange like you would be our child. I'm not a good Person, but sometimes you need the bad in order to see the good that you're trying to reach. Something that your father wouldn't really understand. There is no light without a darkness, and no darkness can exist without a light.
Remember that you always have lights scattered around this forsaken World. In case of requiring one of those lights, just follow this piece of paper that I attached to this letter.
Take care, little Wildflower.
— Maria.
M.Redthorn —
Another horrible night. The many times I tossed and rolled, I lost count of them. Even the soothing waves that crash lovely against the worn out wood of my ship couldn't sooth the loud voices that are hunting my dreams. Constantly on the run till everything is a blur, but why do I even run in the first place? From them? Or is it another lie that I tell myself to reassure my sanity?
Merry usually wears revealing clothing. Not only that, she can move better in battles because she is constantly hot. If she wore more layers, she would start sweating.
In my headcanon, Mihawk is more on the cooler temperature side. He always nuzzles up to Merry and uses her body heat to keep him warm in bed.
Merry likes to smoke weed in the evening before going to bed.
Merry and Mihawk have a CNC relationship.
TW: Drugs, NSFW/ Smut
The atmosphere was ethereal as Merry lies on the huge 4 postered bed, dressed in nothing but lingerie. Her slender fingers were running over the parchment of a botanical book she was reading. In her other hand, she had a joint that was slowly smoldering away. As the last rays of sunlight fade from the sky, she stubs out the remaining stub in an ashtray resting on the bedside table. The redhead then slowly snuggles into the mattress of the shared bed.
It is the middle of the night when Mihawk finally returns. His quick steps through the castle are surprisingly quieter than expected. The swordsman slowly opens the large wooden door to the bedroom carefully. A beautiful sight greets him. Merry is lying in bed dressed in black lingerie, which flatters her body. Her long red hair is spread out like a fiery halo around her.
The black-haired man doesn't hesitate long as he undresses and bends over Merry's sleeping figure. With an amazingly gentle touch, he runs his hand over her thigh. “Merry…” he whispers softly into the calm night. “Merry wake up…” Mihawk begins to kiss her gently out of sleep. His lips travel further down her neck until they come to rest on her pulse point.
He inhales sharply and enjoys the scent of her. It was a mix of wildflowers, and the ocean. His one hand, resting on her thigh, slowly slid further up to the apex of her thigh. He could already feel the warmth radiating from her core and smell the musky scent of her arousal. Which turned him on even more.
With all the caressing of his hands and lips, Merry slowly wakes up. In a half-asleep state, she murmurs. “You're back…” Merry wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him further down to her. Mihawk's weight presses her gently back into the mattress. The redhead feels safe and secure.
A pleasant shiver spreads through Merry's body. Her senses were heightened as she is drugged. Only soft gasps can be heard from her lips. She feels her desire for him growing with every second, but her heavy eyelids fall closed again.
Mihawk nibbles gently on her earlobe and whispers in her ear. “I need you…” He quickly pushes her laced panties to the side running his finger across her soaked folds. He groans in anticipation, his self-control crumbles away completely , he positions himself between her spread legs. Mihawk thrusts into her, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth motion. Merry cries out, her back arching as he fills her. Her fingernails dig into his shoulders at the sensation.
He starts to move, his hips rocking against hers. He sets a punishing pace. The room fills with the sounds of the slap of flesh on flesh, their moans of pleasure…
Merry has developed some psychological problems as a result of her past. Normally she would cope with adventures/danger or get high.
But she can't always do that. When she gets triggered, she loses control and goes on a rampage. It's almost impossible to calm her down. That's one reason why Mihawk always has Seaston handcuffs with him.
But I can well imagine that they are also used in the bedroom sometimes LMAO
it takes a lot to trigger Merry tho.
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