brink of death meme from yesteryear || @swordsoath
the smell of blood wafts through the air as the breeze carries it over the battlefield. the cook hisses as he presses a hand to his side. great. he’s bleeding, too. it’s not a deep wound, just burdensome. he glances around at all the down bodies. all swordsman. it reminds him of that time on that island where zoro’s friend…
why is he thinking about that now?
something doesn’t sit right in his stomach. there’s a nagging in the back of his head. is it his haki? he senses something wrong and looks around. these are all idiots who challenged them. where is his crew?
he can hear some fighting in the distance. how did he get this far away? where’s zoro? he jumps up into the air, using his skywalk ability to get a better look at the battlefield… where he spies the familiar moss head resting after the battle.
his shoes meet the grassy ground, and sanji smirks, giving a shrug, “i must’ve taken down –” he pauses as he registers what he’s seeing. zoro’s sitting there, all right, but there’s a big open wound on his chest not unlike the wound he’d gotten from mihawk. sanji curses and immediately kneels by his side. “oi – oi, marimo? hey, moss head! zoro? zoro?” he shakes him a little bit. “zoro, speak to me.” FUCK. what the hell is he supposed to do? it doesn’t really register that it’s zoro who’s hurt and bleeding out and– “chopper!” he screams out, not sure if the reindeer will hear him. “zoro – zoro is –!”