#cherrygardn

@cherrygardn asked: “ You are an ass. Do you know that? ” / perona.

"Never claimed to be otherwise." He was sure the damn wine cellar had been this way. Vein twitching in his forehead he glanced over his shoulder at her, one brow arching at the accusation as he added. "Why are you following me again?"

@cherrygardn said - "Does this seem like a nightmare? A bad dream? Because that’s the effect I was going for." / buggy.

A nightmare? Not quite. A bad dream? Sure, she’d be generous and give him that. Being captured by pirates was certainly a bad dream, but she couldn’t put this experience on a nightmare level.

Her nightmares never involved pirates.

“Good job,” she said, less than enthusiastically. “Now… can we skip the theatrics and get to the point? You’re a busy man and I’m a busy woman… What do you want?” She had a hunch, but wanted him to outright say it. Was it her bounty? Probably. That was fine. He wasn’t aware of her Devil Fruit powers and she was going to keep it that way for as long as possible.

"I'm a doctor," Law countered through gnarled lips, "and you clearly needed medical attention." While it was not emergency care he required, thankfully, there was a noticeable shift in the former marine's demeanor. The heel of his hand anchored just below the older man's clavicle. From beneath the brim of his signature hat, a pair of molten irises peered; they were framed by a limbal halo of indigo. "Now are you going to answer my questions?" aggravation exited his lips audibly. "How long have you been feeling this way and was the onset gradual or sudden?"

Breath scissored and seized. Embarrassment engulfed his face in a familiar shade of scarlet. Had it not been for the exhaustion from enacting his own Devil Fruit powers, he would have simply swapped places with an object in his desired destination. Hungry inhales and heaving exhales swelled then caved the surgeon's bare chest. The tapestry across his pectorals expanded and contracted with each desperate breath. "I told you . . . it uses a lot of my energy to use my powers. Considering I needed them to patch up . . ." Slowly, Law started to slump against the blonde, "Your idiot crew . . . the least you could do is get me somewhere to rest."

Sirius  is  a  peculiar  cat;  such  is  the  way  that  all  Lilith's  beloved  children  are  born.  Of  curiosity,  her  nature,  and  the  peculiar  transmutation  of  the  household  pet  and  wild  beast.  This  one  had  no  name  as  of  yet,  but  it  did  not  stop  her  from  loving  it  any  less.  The  cat-shaped  creature  flapped  its  feathery  wings  in  an  attempt  to  scurry  off  into  the  cool  winter  air,  but  alas,  she  had  not  made  quite  that  much  progress  with  it  just  yet.  .  .  a  name  a  name.  It  needs  a  name.  Everything  living  deserved  a  name,  but  her  mind  strangely  drew  a  blank  with  this  formality,  and  as  its  soft  head  bumped  into  her  chin  with  its  gentle  purring  and  yellow  eyes,  pawing  her  chest,  she  gave  it  a  silent  vow  to  name  it  before  she  continued  with  her  experiments.  He  was  already  such  a  handsome  calico  boy.  .  .  what  name  could  be  worthy  of  him?