RED AS PASSION

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           ❝ we’re out of RUM? how did that happen? ❝

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  Diligence manifested through mannerism and other unusual constituents, allowing conceit to soothe considerably; for he was not one to indulge into such perpetual farce, driven by nothing else but the redhead’s fervent attempt to lull his decades old scars. It was true, he might have been unkind and strangely apathetic, though there was no man that he could entirely entrust. No matter the number of endeavors were pulled out or sewn together like gossamer treads — The sandman valued his pride, the veil of dignity that he took enormous delight into, he couldn’t sacrifice it just like that. Albeit the intricate events from days prior managed to bring a rather quiescent atmosphere between the two, Crocodile was still clinging to his hoarse demeanor. 

      ❝ Kuhaha! Have you no tact? Where’s your pride, then? ❝ Venom spat atrociously, though his intention was not to wound nor pierce the other, but to reach the sense of duty in said male. Smile that lingered in the previous moments laggardly faded, deadpan expression replacing it in no time. The fellow pirate’s reply managed to bring an aching sorrow in the depths of his lungs, quite unusual of him — Nevertheless, he was not one to regret words spoke with such nonchalance. Not when they came out of his mouth. “However, the discussion can cease, then. That way, you won’t be insulted any further, eh?” Another short drag out of his cigarette was taken in attempt to release the burden that weighted down his chest, obviously aggravated by the sudden halt in the discussion ( that nobody else but him brought about ). The Warlord couldn’t care less about what was about to happen next. The one thing that he awaited for was leaving from such deplorable place, and of course, go back to his ship.

      while entirely willing to sacrifice pride in order to avoid unnecessary quarrels, the redhead refused to be considered one without own sense of honour entirely. he held no grudge against the other, it simply seemed as though he was harbouring growing disappointment in the lack of positive attention he so anticipated-- for whatever reason. it should have been clear from the very beginning that he would not receive any gentle attention rather than amusing jabs that he could, in public, entirely enjoy. their private circumstances were left leaving him hoping for some more physical contact to indulge in, but his mood was easily dampened by something as trivial as back when a harsh hit to his features interrupted the blabbering that had threatened to ruin the moment entirely.

          ❝ buried beneath a great number of petty qualms and banquets to celebrate empty threats remaining the such, ❝ he mused in turn, almost finding himself giving the lightest of smirks. however, he soon pushed himself off the couch, body quietly craving a colder atmosphere to distract from a wish for more of the warmth their proximity had teased him with so much. his feet dragged him towards the dusty window, eyes scanning their surroundings and only finding the weather to have grown more furious, the downpour to have increased by far. beckman’s disapproving gaze almost seemed to pierce the veil of drops falling from the sky, leaving shanks with a brief expression of embarrassment at the mere thought of it. he let out a breath, shook his head and smiled contently, before turning his head towards the other. ❝ it seems we’ll be stuck here for a while longer. i had no idea the weather would be so volatile on this island, huh. ❝

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❛ You know, you’re starting to sound like my father. ❜

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          ❝ did he tell you that picking fights is no good, too?❝

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The Lion King: Sentence Starters

❛   Life’s not fair, is it?  ❜ ❛   And you.. shall never see the light of another day.  ❜ ❛   Oh, I shall practice my curtsy.  ❜ ❛   I’m afraid I’m at the shallow end of the gene pool.  ❜ ❛   Don’t turn your back on me.  ❜ ❛   I wouldn’t dream of challenging you.  ❜ ❛   There’s one in every family. Two in mine, actually.  ❜ ❛   He’d make a very handsome throw rug.  ❜ ❛   And just think, whenever he gets dirty you can take him out and beat him.  ❜ ❛   Let an old pro show you how it’s done.  ❜ ❛   This is so humiliating.  ❜ ❛   I despise guessing games.  ❜ ❛   Oh, goodie.  ❜ ❛   Yes, well, forgive me for not leaping for joy. Bad back, you know.  ❜ ❛   Well, I suppose you’d have found out sooner or later, you being so clever and all.  ❜ ❛   I’m kind'of in the middle of a bath.  ❜ ❛   One day, you two are going to be married.  ❜ ❛   With an attitude like that, I’m afraid you’re shaping up to be a pretty pathetic king/queen indeed.  ❜ ❛   Right now, we are all in very real danger.  ❜ ❛   Danger? Hah! I walk on the wild side. I laugh in the face of danger.  ❜ ❛   Do you know what we do to kings who step out of their kingdom?  ❜ ❛   Hey, did we order this dinner to go? .. ‘Cause there it goes.  ❜ ❛   Why don’t you pick on somebody your own size?  ❜ ❛   I thought you were very brave.  ❜ ❛   You could have been killed.  ❜ ❛   I’m only brave when I have to be.  ❜ ❛   I thought I might lose you.  ❜ ❛   No wonder we’re dangling at the bottom of the food chain!  ❜ ❛   Oh, it’s just you. I was afraid it was somebody important.  ❜ ❛   I just hear that name and I shudder.  ❜ ❛   I’m surrounded by idiots.  ❜ ❛   Who needs a king/queen?  ❜ ❛   If you tell me, I’ll still act surprised.  ❜ ❛   You are such a naughty boy.  ❜ ❛   Long live the king/queen.  ❜ ❛   You know, having a lion around might not be such a bad idea.  ❜ ❛   Amateur. Lie down before you hurt yourself.  ❜ ❛   When the world turns its back on you, you turn your back on the world.  ❜ ❛   If you live with us, you’re gonna have to eat like us.  ❜ ❛   You mean a bunch of royal dead guys are watching us?  ❜ ❛   Oh, do lighten up.  ❜ ❛   Why am I not loved?  ❜ ❛   Your timing couldn’t have been more perfect.  ❜ ❛   Then you have sentenced us to death.  ❜ ❛   Let me get this straight. You know her, she knows you, but she wants to eat him, and everybody’s okay with this?  ❜ ❛   I really missed you.  ❜ ❛   You know, you’re starting to sound like my father/mother.  ❜ ❛   You think you can just show up and tell me how to live my life?  ❜ ❛   Would you stop following me? Who are you?  ❜ ❛   I’m not the one who’s confused. You don’t even know who you are!  ❜ ❛   The past can hurt, but from the way I see it, you can either run from it or learn from it.  ❜ ❛   Remember who you are.  ❜ ❛   Carnivores, ugh!  ❜ ❛   This is my kingdom. If I don’t fight for it, who will?  ❜ ❛   What do you want me to do, dress in drag and do the hula?  ❜ ❛   If it weren’t for you he/she would still be alive. It’s your fault he/she’s dead.  ❜ ❛   You don’t deserve to live!  ❜

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AIN’T NO REST FOR THE WICKED                    —BUT THERE’S NO RUSH, EITHER.

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     Amusement would have been the last thing to grace his features, since the other’s change of heart managed to bring a sour taste in the depths of his cavities, nerves frayed unconsciously, apprehension evidently apparent. No genuine manifesto dwells in words, though haughtiness transmogrifies into fluid uneasiness at a fast pace, trepidation replacing serenity. The confirmation is welcome, though the redhead’s backpedaling was blatantly confusing. Crocodile couldn’t grasp whether there was a need for animosity or mockery; lips conjoin, corners sliding downwards, lithe pigments interjecting momentarily as a mere glance offers him a sight that casts the sentiment of lingering restlessness away. The Emperor’s sudden demand for solace leaves him perplexed once again, yet he refrains from carrying his broad frame away.

        ❝ Have I to remind you that your continuous fuss is puzzling? ❝ Truth to be told, he isn’t exquisitely disliking it, though Crocodile has quite a hard time sympathizing with the fellow pirate; a further growl is restrained, augmented mentality ponders over a number of aspects after the retort is brought about. Egomania was something that one couldn’t get rid of with ease, though a vague attempt was pulling at the sandman’s strings. He tried, hardly, animosity remaining in his form nonetheless. Hitherto, nothing manages to grind his gears, yet there is definitely something that that the other presents and he can not engulf accordingly.  “ So how about you simply state what affects your mood before it’s ruined? “ Acrid words leave his lips, caustic taste left on the calloused flesh as he speaks. His persona was slowly bending in order to assert, and he couldn’t exactly stop it from doing so due to the fact that he wished for perception.

   known to all those who befriended the emperor, shanks could easily endure any and all kinds of harassment as long as his dearest would be spared of the such. however, if the matter did not involve those closest to his heart, if someone he was beginning to value at a fast pace stooped to unkind words, however, it pierced the pirate’s cloak of jesting easiness. he was no master of hiding his thoughts, and even though he attempted to dive back into his usual expression, the redhead was well aware that the other would not so easily be fooled by a lazy change of attitude-- much to the captain’s dismay. he would have much preferred to be let of the hook (heh) this time. there was no blaming the former warlord for not granting him such a thing, though.

       ❝ i’m not making a fuss, ❝ came the half-hearted reply at first. his form leaned against the back-rest still, the gradual movement he observed from the other hardly causing any thought. in fact, his head turned to face him instead. it was a simple concept, even if it appeared as one contradictory to the usual fun he pleaded to be so very important. a jest amongst friends was surely acceptable, but it left a bitter taste this time. showing vulnerability was a sore spot, even for the emperor, when facing someone who had proven to be ruthless in the past. his supposed gibberish that had been prior to the attack on his nose and the injury itself were matters he preferred not to be dug up again.  ❝ you mock me and expect me to react joyfully? come on, i’m too old for that. ❝ this time, he let out a soft chuckle, more relaxed than most of the time.  ❝ your unconventional methods struck an odd chord. let’s not discuss them further, hm? ❝

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     As much as he wished to continue the pointless banter, which was quite inadequate at that moment, Crocodile brought about his apathetic thoughts, pursing his lips in attempt to stop bawling. As soon as the other’s digits interlaced around his wrist, the sandman motioned his hand, ruggedly brushing the redhead’s chin before releasing the grip. It was evident that the other was not content — moreover, his words implied nothing but blatant distaste. Perfunctory was an adjective that could be used in describing the sandman; at least when it came to his inter-social relationships. For he was not one to engage in any form of entertaining activities such as jocular remarks or pointless jest; some might have called considered him a secluded wanderer, though he was just obliged to remain reticent by the vast amount of prideful deeds.

    The rejoinder was more or less haughty, unexpected, though he was fairly acquainted the redhead’s mighty side. After all, even though Shanks might have denied the fact that he was more than a mere pirate, he was still an Emperor; bound by dignity, contrasted by his enemies’ fear. Similar to the fellow pirate’s expression, Crocodile’s disdain became apparent as soon as his palm was drawn. Lids that intended to purse in the first place ceased said motion halfway through, remaining in place, surveying his companion’s soggy form.  ❝ Have I hit a sensible chord? ❝ Most likely, though he heeded the other’s confirmation in order to acknowledge the fact. Even though it didn’t look like it, the former Warlord was continuously struggling with retaining his inner imperious demeanor. Still, he abode to his true self, unraveling a number of  collections amidst his covert contemplation.

          ❝ I see. In that case, you should take care of it, yes? ❝

      he held no grudge regarding the physical incident their last meeting had amounted to; he had actually appreciated the act at the time. when they were sitting in that abandoned hut, however, and those jests were thrown his way, that odd sense of pride within him turned something playful much more bitter than he liked to admit. it displeased him to act more serious than he meant to appear, a low, quiet sigh escaping the emperor as he leaned against the backrest, an arm coming up to rest upon it. it took a moment or two, but he slid back into a soft smirk and the linger wrinkles around his eyes-- a sign that the many laughs and joys of life had began to force marks onto his features. there was no reason to lament over something entirely irrelevant, after all.

      however, despite the matter, he allowed himself to shuffle closer to the other, contrasting the sandman’s preference of limited physical contact with a quiet yearning for the such. the redhead was far from forcing himself onto the other, he simply took comfort in the warmth he had to offer, especially after having been cooled by the rain. a certain level of proximity would be maintained, though he was yet to make an obvious recovery from the jab he had received. ❝ never mind it, ❝ the swordsman mused, giving a brief chuckle. anyone else would have been gifted with generalized touches, vague tracing of fingertips on warm skin, but the former warlord was something else; in almost all aspects.

           ❝ it’ll heal up in time. nothing worth fussing about. ❝

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         Albeit they entered a territory riddled with danger, there wasn’t much uncertainty; the atmosphere remained unchanged, something quite symbolic for them, as they were both aware of their current ranks and powers. Recollections of the prior intimate advent interlaced amidst pondering through personal effects, yet Crocodile preferred to avoid comprehending such unnecessary eccentricities. Hitherto, the redhead remained a man of his word, ( nothing exactly changed between the two, except for less venom from the warlord’s part ), yet there was a noticeable increase in the sandman’s comfort.

       Activities weren’t as productive as back in the days, he was well aware of that, though Crocodile never quit being involved in all sorts of shady business; he couldn’t exactly pinpoint why, as there were plenty of motives for him to work over a number of modest organizations. To his misfortune, once he broke free from the notorious Impel Down, the basic pirate life was brought upon him forcefully; the man, once an adamant Warlord subdued to the current, allowing himself to sail free once again, bound by nothing but his limitless will. It was not specific of him, to be guided by his own selfish resolve, though the sandman vowed allegiance only to himself. In a world in which death’s sudden embrace made everyone succumb to it sooner or later, he wished to prosper in every domain that he was capable to. The sandman’s attention averts once again, aureate cesspits fixating his company’s visage. He ignored the other’s insignificant statement, as there was something else to captivate his attention. Digits took the form of the other’s chin, gradually inclining it upwards. 

         ❝ I see that your nose has not yet             healed completely, has it now?             What a shame. 

      he would have preferred to be able to honestly claim that he heeded no interest whatsoever in what the other was thinking. chasing a shallow attraction was unlike the emperor, and yet he could not quite pin-point just what drove him. he was reminded of the incident involving his nose and the other’s forehead, and the fact that the such had somehow left a warm feeling above all else. perhaps he needed to be guided back onto the ground at times, away from his own little world and back into reality. it was a dull concept, and he disliked admitting to it, but it seemed to spare him unnecessary woe. it made little sense, and thinking did not seem to resolve the issue at hand, so the swordsman merely settled with the idea of being a fool for comfort in its strangest brands.

      the action he received soon after his response was to his disliking. fingers curled against his jaw, a movement he had no quarrels about, the warmth passing from the other’s fingertips to his own skin very welcome in contrast to the cold sensation the rain had left. the statement that had accompanied such gesture, however, had him pursing his lips. a personal matter-- nothing he was willing to take without another word. the difference between his endurance regarding violence from those that aimed to mock him and those that he valued was notable, and he took no pleasure from being confronted with it so leisurely. an emperor was yet present within him, one too proud or too grand to be pushed about; it arose softly, only leaving a hint of distaste towards the gesture. it was visible upon his features that he did not take those words well, his hands coming up to gently wrap around the other’s wrist-- and nothing more. 

           ❝ no-- it hasn’t. ❝

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      Although he’s cognizant of the fact that his company is highly ‘dependable’, as implied in one of their previous meeting, Crocodile can’t help it but remain attentive at the lingering anxiety that tints the atmosphere. Scrutiny is present in the redhead’s anatomy, ebullience downgraded by one’s self. A sardonic simper twitches at the corner of calloused tiers, bemusement following in the following moments. The sandman’s inquisitiveness multiples, as he can not grasp the fact that a man as adamant as an Emperor could treat himself so badly.

        He’s blatantly bothered, though he chooses not to express said sentiment; not in high doses of affliction, anyhow. A light puff escapes his cavity, thick fumes dissipating into the already suffocating atmosphere. The sandman’s attention averts from said male, surveying the cramped space, light squeaks of the abolished entrance slowly managing to grind his gears. “You’d like to know, eh?” The query is rather rhetorical, yet he expects an answer, just in perpetuum; palm fans the air in order to cleanse the surrounding of the noxious substance, lips pursing as neutrality dusts upon his expression once again. ❝ You know what — Business, of course. ❝ The response is given  in a hoarse tone, evidently refusing to plunge into further details; not even Crocodile knew all his motives. 

          ❝ I’m curious, so tell me — How can an Emperor incline so low?              I’m not necessarily talking about your physical position right now.              You’re no pest, so rise from that pile of dirt and find a seat, just like               any normal human being would, yes?

      his life had reached a point where he could easily claim to be past his prime. regarding the other emperors, he certainly seemed to hold a special spot. a seasoned pirate, formerly aboard a crew few could yet claim to have been part of. spoiled, some may call him, for his former captain had been nothing but good to them, had done no less than present to his entire crew what the treasure of being a pirate was. not plundering or wreaking havoc but travelling; living with a brand of freedom most could only dream of, a freedom that few seemed to understand.

      it was a thought that sometimes lingered in the back of his mind; of course he would aspire to be like the former king-- not because his blood was thirsting for royalty but because his heart craved to give the warmth he had come to know through others. the reply he earned had him giving a light hum, features shifting in a barely visible fashion. ❝ of course, ❝ came the soft reply, a hint of weariness hidden in his tone. business, success, infamy. he wished he had never become such a shining example of such meaningless benefits. an idiosyncrasy of outstanding kind soon had him giving a grin again, despite his juxtapose train of thought. the swordsman rose leisurely, humming to himself in a low and quiet tone as he moved to seat himself next to his fellow captain. his gaze lingered on various spots on the ceiling, a bemused smirk yet in place.

          ❝ i never started the emperor matter.              it’s meaningless most of the time.               i’m just a pirate, there’s no reason to act high and mighty              if nobody is beneath me. ❝