are you ever writing and it's so very clear character a is waiting for character b to make a move but character b is kinda dumb so misses the chance they didn't know they had so character a decides to leave and becomes skittish and you as the writer are like 'oh come on' as if you don't have the power to fix that
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trying more intentional colours!! and mood lighting!! also for those who recognised the background silhouettes hehe:
wips + original colours that i tried out but i in fact hated so much i erased it all and tried again. which can be so worth. sometimes trust your gut over your process lmao
one week before the fire - in the teahouse we burned down AU
tested colours n stuff ejgjjj going back to fundamentals after this T-T
The sun dwindles down, plunged in the afternoon overcast, until its outline is barely a suggestion. Without a phone between them, the sky's their only clock, and the dying yellows are enough of a sign that the meeting, however derailed, is drawing to a natural close. There's no more preparation to be had now; whatever happens happens.
Someone finally gets up first. It's Nami, with Vivi on her arm, saying they've got to get home to 'prep bail' in case tomorrow goes sideways. It's probably only half the truth, but it's better the unspoken part stays that way. They all wave goodbye. It's Chopper next, trying (and failing) not to yawn through his apology for retiring early. Franky and Robin offer to drop him off at his dorm. Someone else leaves not too long after, then another, then another. Shoes shuffle down the hillside, until all that's left is the quiet whistle of offshore wind.
Then, there were two. Sanji, staring off past the hill, down at the beach where a cocktail vendor starts to gather up his tables and close up shop. Zoro, laid on his back, his chapped lips still wet from his last mouthful of cheap beer as he swallows back a new one.
There's nothing more to do. One of them should say they should probably go. One should push up off the grass, brush off the dirt, and say their goodbyes like all the others, while the other figures there's no point killing time on a hill if they're going to do it alone.
Yet, neither make the move. Maybe they're staking it out. Maybe there's a silent game of chicken. It wouldn't be odd for them.
Sanji's arms cross over his knees. His gaze falls to somewhere between the skyline and the tremble in his hands. It's just another protest. So why does he feel like this?
"Pass the bottle," he says.
He's not looking at Zoro, but he knows damn well that man's got his hard eyes puzzling over him. "What happened to having taste?"
"Changed my mind," Sanji insists, hand outstretched.
Zoro stares at the open palm. It takes him a second to pass it. "Don't finish it," he says. It's easier than telling him to go easy.
wips ^
this is a test ficlet that may or may not b subject to change we'll see. i'll attach my pilot fic uhhhh some day. when i feel like it. when im not uhhhh scared of attaching the fic. when uhhhhhhhhh when i think its done enough to present. maybe. when uhhhhh i get confidence in my writing ability.
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