he sticks close to Usopp, hoping to catch his secret, to spot the subtle differences that bring the butterfly of love fluttering to one man’s fingertips while leaving another with empty hands ever cupped in hope. For some reason, I get this picture of watery-eyed Sanji just going "...no hug?" And it makes me laugh, because I am a cold-hearted bitch XD
But truly, this is so bittersweet and sad and awwwww Sanji, if only you were real, you'd realize how many of us love your dumb ass. The last line kills, it's just so wistful. I love your choice of words, especially the butterfly metaphor and especially especially this part: if he breaks this love story, if he rips open the cocoon of fancy and fidelity that surrounds the younger man, will he see that magical moment? The tiny second of transition between friend and lover that he somehow always misses?
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Date: 2007-03-23 05:59 am (UTC)For some reason, I get this picture of watery-eyed Sanji just going "...no hug?" And it makes me laugh, because I am a cold-hearted bitch XD
But truly, this is so bittersweet and sad and awwwww Sanji, if only you were real, you'd realize how many of us love your dumb ass. The last line kills, it's just so wistful. I love your choice of words, especially the butterfly metaphor and especially especially this part:
if he breaks this love story, if he rips open the cocoon of fancy and fidelity that surrounds the younger man, will he see that magical moment? The tiny second of transition between friend and lover that he somehow always misses?
;_; Memoried like a memoried thing.