Four of Seven Prompt Fills
Sep. 3rd, 2006 06:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dethoratsFor ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kyrakitty
Title: Photograph
Rating: G
Pairing: Nami/Vivi
Word Count: 474
Only the hair was the same; a shade of blue the perfect match to the desert sky at noon. Nami traced one finger along the edge of the photograph and sighed. Two childhoods dashed away by unscrupulous men, two girls moved into action when the adults around them could only wait and suffer in silence and fear. The twelve-year-old Vivi smiled at her, a bright grin beamed squarely at whoever had held the camera. Dressed in a simpler, more modest version of the dancing girl outfits Sanji had found for them, this Vivi still had innocence in her eyes, faint traces of baby fat curving her stomach, and there was no wistfulness lurking at the corners of her mouth. Her Vivi was no longer this person. The last vestiges of innocence had vanished from the princess’s eyes when the bomb exploded high overhead and her people kept on fighting. Maturity and necessity, nothing cushy about Ms. Wednesday’s life, had strengthened and hardened her body. Nami’s lips and hands and tongue knew only flat planes and the firmness of abdomen hidden beneath soft skin. As for the wistfulness, at sixteen Vivi would never again be a child and the navigator wondered whether it was for her lost self or for the world that made her princess temper nearly every smile with a touch of regret and longing.
The king found her there, the photo album open on the table to an Alabasta she would never know. She put on a happy face for him, every inch radiating eager, somewhat greedy but smart young woman and took him up on his offer of books with no hint of demure or coy hesitation. His dark eyes grew soft and hauntingly familiar as he watched her and a ghost placed a warm arm around her shoulders. Nami shook her head at the photograph in his hands when he tried to press it into her palm. It wasn’t a memory, a Vivi, that belonged to her. The princess she knew, the one her head knew she would soon be leaving behind, belonged solely to her. Alabasta was safe and its princess had returned. Vivi would be growing and changing again, from determined and desperate friend of pirates into a young woman being groomed for the throne. Her heart railed a little against how unfair it was but Nami squashed her emotions ruthlessly. She had growing of her own to do and a map of the world to make. And if nothing else, Luffy and his crew had given her back hope and a belief in the seemingly impossible. They’d done the same for Vivi. Even on the Grand Line, a pirate and a princess couldn’t work. But Nami would fight with all she had to see that the same wasn’t true of a queen and the world’s greatest cartographer.
kyrakittyTitle: Photograph
Rating: G
Pairing: Nami/Vivi
Word Count: 474
Only the hair was the same; a shade of blue the perfect match to the desert sky at noon. Nami traced one finger along the edge of the photograph and sighed. Two childhoods dashed away by unscrupulous men, two girls moved into action when the adults around them could only wait and suffer in silence and fear. The twelve-year-old Vivi smiled at her, a bright grin beamed squarely at whoever had held the camera. Dressed in a simpler, more modest version of the dancing girl outfits Sanji had found for them, this Vivi still had innocence in her eyes, faint traces of baby fat curving her stomach, and there was no wistfulness lurking at the corners of her mouth. Her Vivi was no longer this person. The last vestiges of innocence had vanished from the princess’s eyes when the bomb exploded high overhead and her people kept on fighting. Maturity and necessity, nothing cushy about Ms. Wednesday’s life, had strengthened and hardened her body. Nami’s lips and hands and tongue knew only flat planes and the firmness of abdomen hidden beneath soft skin. As for the wistfulness, at sixteen Vivi would never again be a child and the navigator wondered whether it was for her lost self or for the world that made her princess temper nearly every smile with a touch of regret and longing.
The king found her there, the photo album open on the table to an Alabasta she would never know. She put on a happy face for him, every inch radiating eager, somewhat greedy but smart young woman and took him up on his offer of books with no hint of demure or coy hesitation. His dark eyes grew soft and hauntingly familiar as he watched her and a ghost placed a warm arm around her shoulders. Nami shook her head at the photograph in his hands when he tried to press it into her palm. It wasn’t a memory, a Vivi, that belonged to her. The princess she knew, the one her head knew she would soon be leaving behind, belonged solely to her. Alabasta was safe and its princess had returned. Vivi would be growing and changing again, from determined and desperate friend of pirates into a young woman being groomed for the throne. Her heart railed a little against how unfair it was but Nami squashed her emotions ruthlessly. She had growing of her own to do and a map of the world to make. And if nothing else, Luffy and his crew had given her back hope and a belief in the seemingly impossible. They’d done the same for Vivi. Even on the Grand Line, a pirate and a princess couldn’t work. But Nami would fight with all she had to see that the same wasn’t true of a queen and the world’s greatest cartographer.
no subject
Date: 2006-09-04 08:07 am (UTC)