#gen. queue

𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐂 𝐏𝐍𝐄𝐔𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐀

You carry the past with you, it clutters up your lungs. The golden sand of beloved memories, the rainbow of missed opportunities you still agonize over, the dust of a life spend doing mostly banal things. They escape you with every breath, your cough stained with impossible colors. In a way the dust reflects your constant forgetting of the past - the hundreds of things you let go of every day to make room for hundreds more. You are choking on your own past, the architect of your own demise, each breath sour and harsh. Letting go of the past now won't do you any good - it's far to late already, your melancholy is already flooding your lungs. Enjoy a few last breaths of the present. The past is catching up quick.

what color is most like how it feels to be loved by you → BEIGE (but not in a bad way)

you're a simple comfort. you aren't the most passionate love, but you do love partners greatly. you can be difficult to read at times, but those who care about you can figure you out. you are the embodiment of a warm hug.

tagged by: myself for myself tagging: if you haven't been tagged yet, then YOU! (and then say i tagged you, i'm nosy teehee)

❝ shit. ❞ the curse is muttered under an exhaled breath as brown, leather-clad fingers raise to pinch at the bridge of smoker's nose. he sits in a squat, level with his subordinate and where she had suddenly fainted, his elbows resting on his knees. mahogany hues close in stressed, frustrated thought. this wasn't good. they had a lead to follow, and—the officer shakes his head. ❝ we're done for today. we'll pick up where we left off in the morning. let's get ya somethin' to eat. ❞

unprompted // always accepting

❝ whoa! whoa!! are ya bein' for real??!! ❞ crimson hues widen and almost glisten, as if the notorious, gruesome pirate is about to start crying over the possibility of adding another straw hat autograph to his collection. hands clasp together and raise to be just in front of bartolomeo's chest in a pleading gesture, while he starts to physically shake with excitement. ❝ you got it, miss nami!! that's chump change!! JUS' LEMME GET TA MY SHIP AN' IT'S ALL YOURS! ❞

❝ hm, don't mention it. ❞ the vice admiral grunts, gloved hands stuffed into his pockets. a cigar clenched firmly between his teeth is shifted from one side to the other. then he side-glances down at the woman beside him, eyes unintentionally piercing and intense, but only for a moment before his attention quickly shifts forward once more.

❝ i can show ya to an empty cabin. tashigi can give the dos and don'ts once yer settled. ❞ an empty cabin usually reserved for visiting naval officers — it was not typical to accept civilians on board naval ships. it was dangerous, in the off chance that they run into conflict. but this was a routine resupply voyage, through waters swarming with allied vessels, so smoker had relented, this once.

the heavy step of military-issued boots resounds off the ship's deck as the officer starts off in one direction, failing to spare their guest another glance. ❝ follow me and keep up. ❞