#dreamdrove

[poneglph]

STATIC IN THE AIR: you didn't notice it at first, but you feel it travel up your spine now. like the breath is stolen from your lungs― @dreamdrove is in the presence of god.

❛ kamakiri, ❜ he addresses the warrior directly, a nod of his head in acknowledgement. ❛ welcome to upper yard. come to ask something of god ? ❜

[niitoryuu]

" damn , the younger ones are always so heartless "

[niitoryuu]

@dreamdrove asked “the tea is still warm, if you would sit and rest.” (dalton @ chopper)

it  all  felt  so  familiar  —  the  smell  ,  the  setting  ,  the  steam  rising  from  the  cup  ,  dalton’s  face  ,  which  hadn’t  been  in  chopper’s  sight  for  a  few  years  now  .  despite  the  familiarity  ,  some  things  had  obviously  changed  .  .  .  and  the  first  thing  he  wanted  to  know  was  about  the  brand  new  look  of  dalton's  helmet  ,  which  had  horns  now  ,  resting  beside  the  imposing  figure  ,  though  he  already  had  an  idea  of  what  it  was  (  and  his  heart  felt  a  little  warmer  )  .  hesitantly  ,  the  reindeer  closed  the  door  behind  him  and  took  small  steps  toward  the  armchair  in  front  of  the  cup  that  had  been  set  out  for  him  .  he  missed  them  ,  but  was  it  really  okay  to  just  show  up  like  this  ? “  thank  you…  ”  he  said  ,  a  shy  smile  spreading  across  his  face  ,  restless  eyes  darting  around  ,  searching  for  a  second  person  …  “  sorry  for  showing  up  like  this  out  of  the  blue  ,  but  thank  you  for  having  us  here  !  ”

[horonomi]

Gently shushes her by putting a finger to her lips which is honestly better than his whole hand. "Quiet down, dear." (mihawk is getting a headache tm)

The audacity of Mihawk to soosh her in such a maner! Opening her mouth, Perona prepares to give him a thorough piece of her mind! She would speak at whatever volume she deemed appropriate! She didn't care if it bothered him or--

Anything--

Oh--

A single long finger did quite well to serve it's purpose. If his purpose was to distract her, that was...

She was supposed to be telling him off, yet all thought beyond a pouty "Make me," was managed.

[horonomi]

"I washed my hands. pinky... -err, promise." (mr. 5 @ val)

"I don't care how many times you wash your hands, I'm not going to pinky promise you- not now, or ever."

[niightwcves]

💋 can sanji get a kiss from his mossy? uwu

It's been a time far too long since he's seen his romantically needy chef request something like this. It's met with a look of disinterest for just a moment, enough to rile up the blonde for a mere second before he pulls him along to somewhere more private. A shadowed section of the ship, away from everyone, everything. Pulled in close, he presses a firm kiss against lover's lips. ( How little he cares about public displays of affection, but he means it for those moments alone with him. ) Lasting a while, he does, before holding him at his waist.

" Good enough, for ya, curlybrow ? "

@dreamdrove || 4/5 kisses taken !

[sovereigntism]

@dreamdrove asked:

💐 (from sanji!)

[no longer accepting - source link]

A swirling flurry of tornado like legs followed a King-chwan, he was always so fast. King momentarily wondered if they could reach those speeds with their own legs. But then flowers fluffed into her face, pollen inhaled into lungs and laughter bubbling from their lips. That's right, today was women's day wasn't it? That's why he looked all lovesick and he was carrying one too many bouquets of flowers. King noticed how theirs was yellow and blue with small rich purple blossoms tucked in, held together by a black ribbon. They smiled brightly and took the flowers from him.

"You're incredibly sweet, Sanji. Thank you~" They stepped closer and pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek, smiling and offering him a soft hand to ruffle his hair gently. "I'll take very good care of them, won't let the sea water damage them~"

[lovehungered]

"did you two have a nice chat?" (zeff being an overprotective parent let's go --)

@dreamdrove ♡

ㅤㅤThe boy’s heated visage is a deepened shade akin to the ripest of tomatoes, the centre of his chin still tingling from the singular point of contact she’d made against it with the tip of an index finger  (  peut-être qu’un jour il pourrait même se laisser pousser la barbe, mais en attendant…  ),  smaller stature shuffling past the old man in search of sprigs of rosemary. A hand rummages through the various containers upon the kitchen countertop, the frequent cant of the head timed with peering at intricate labels  (  c’était ici il y a juste une minute…  ),  disgruntled rumbling intermittently emanating from the lad’s direction. Patty’s  ‘ the customer’s always right ’  patter has its time and place, but the staff at Baratie didn’t usually acquiesce to providing their patrons with substitutions… and yet there’s something so utterly beguiling about this lady, Sanji’s heart repeatedly flipping from the mere thought of her that any wish she had would be at his command—

ㅤㅤㅤㅤThere’s a stubborn pout as the old crapgeezer poses the question, an avoidant demeanour and faint grunt being the sole means of initial response, the blond knowing all too well how this conversation was about to go down. Ouais, he has a crush. Ouais, the brunette’s twice his age... but by the seakings and gods of distant lands, young Sanji knows he could make her so happy if they got married - he could cook for her and compliment her, and she could continue being pretty and tussle his hair and—  (  il pense trop loin: une étape à la fois  ).  Frustration descends in the inability to locate the requested herb, small hands balling into fists by his sides, the sudden urge for a smoke rearing its ugly head while knowing fully that one of the men has hidden his pack of cigarettes at the start of their shift, irritation dangerously flaring  (  allez, respire  ).

ㅤㅤ“ Yeah, it was great actually. Said she liked my new suit ♡ ”  The younger had barely entered his teens by a few days, but he’s pretty certain these were gonna be some of the most momentous years of his life, a boy on the cusp of manhood with the whole world being his veritable oyster. And that’s most likely why he’d made a beeline to her the moment she stepped inside the maritime restaurant this evening, a cheery greeting afforded while assisting to seat her at a  ‘ usual ’  table.  “ It’s her fourth visit, she obviously has good taste. I think you’d really like her. ”  The comment sounds a little sheepish despite a tone of confidence, glaucous gaze still unable to fully meet Zeff’s, delusion encroaching upon the absurdity of such an union being anything but the stuff of daydreams. Sanji tries to argue his point without sounding like a lovesick mess  (  les résultats peuvent varier  ).

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“ She’s really smart, unlike some of our other regulars. I don’t think she’s a World Noble, but she seems really refined. Like, she wouldn’t bat an eyelid if meeting a king. ”  There’s a pause, the teen swallowing down a pocket of air with an inner buildup of nerves, finally glancing up at the man with fidgeting hands delving into the depths of pockets.  “ Maybe you should meet her too…? ”