allendsmeat: (go away.)
allendsmeat ([personal profile] allendsmeat) wrote in [community profile] piratejournal2014-07-25 02:24 pm

voice/action for the Merrily

[there is silence a moment, just the sound of the sea to let you know the journal is open and then:]

I've decided I don't care about dating or that kind of stuff anymore.

[sent mostly to Ace and Smoker but he doesn't know how to private it or even if that's a thing really. Anyway it seemed a lot of people hadn't wanted him to think about that kind of thing in the first place so he should let them know]

I wanna be Pirate King and have all the friends I want and all the meat I want.

[and the rest of it... it didn't matter. Nothing could be better than nakama anyway. That done, he closes the journal and goes to find Smoker. He wants to spend more time with him before the race is over]
alovingheart: (• carefully in place)

[personal profile] alovingheart 2014-07-29 07:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[Anna notices the change in temperature immediately as well, looking down and over at the deck in the same instance Luffy does. When their eyes meet again, she briefly bites her lip, nervously. A shiver runs through her, both from the sudden cold and with sudden fear that she'd done something, again, to jeopardize fixing her relationship with her sister. Though if this had been because of Elsa, there's a certain feeling of unfairness in the back of her mind, for Elsa to get upset for something so simple, and something that brings Anna happiness. Anna would never be upset with Elsa simply for being happy.]

D-do you think strange weather again, or...?
alovingheart: (× sunk every ship)

[personal profile] alovingheart 2014-07-29 08:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[She doesn't say anything more. She can't say anything more. There's a sinking feeling inside her, guilt and sadness and a tiny bit of anger even, resentment that she should even have to feel guilty just for being happy.

She simply nods lightly in response to his words, then turns, climbing carefully down from the figurehead back to the deck. Stopping, hesitating, she thinks of turning back to look at him, to maybe say something, to apologize. For making things worse. But she bites her lip instead, and hurries to find someplace to sit by herself, arms still wrapped around herself in an attempt not only to bring warmth, but to bring comfort.
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