#aokijin

gotta make a cake of ice for him

@aokijin​ said:

‘ how did that happen? ’

      “ I am beginning to think my memory is clouding with the time. ”

      Loki sighed simply, crossing their arms and turning their head down. Their eye half closed. This conversation had been simple, it was rather calming if anything, they weren’t too detailed, and neither was the other. Hell, had they even spoken their names? Perhaps not.

      “ Ah...but these scars were done by my father when I was younger. Though I have not allowed them to fade, it would be disrespectful. ”

      They uncrossed their arms and let a finger run down the eight headed serpent that was carved into their skin. Their body a canvas, it burned no longer with pain, rather it was the warmth of the morning desert sun. It was a home imbedded within their skin, one that could accompany them when they were far from the sandy isle of Alabasta. 

       “ And how did that happen, if I can ask? ”

Robin's eyes narrowed as she took in the appearance of the man before her, scars and burns and all. It was not uncommon for (former) high-ranking officials of the Navy to wear the brunt of their battles, but it was different when it was the man who she had once been terrified of, that she had once considered invincible.

Part of her wanted to laugh bitterly at him - after all, now he could finally get a taste of what had happened to her. But another part, one softened by her time with the Straw Hats, one that still remembered Saul's lessons for her, won. Robin sprouted an arm and threw a jar of ointment to her main body, catching it flawlessly.

She held up the ointment with one newly-sprouted hand, using her original hands to rest them on her hips. Cocking a brow, she stepped closer to him - closer than she ever thought she would dare - and smiled.

"The other guy better have it worse," she said, "or I'll never forgive you."

Dipping her hands in the ointment, she gestured for him to lean down.

"These are from Sakazuki, right?"