[Fic] One Piece // Quiet Morning

[spindizzy]

I just wanted to write the image I had in my head, it makes no sense, I am sleep.

Their rooms are high above the city, but the breeze still tastes of salt and the sea. The mid-morning sun falls across the kitchen of the apartment they'd been given, bright through the soft curtains.

Sanji quietly rattles around the kitchen, limping on bandaged feet. He's cutting fruit into a salad, melon and pomegranate and tangerine; comfort food for the girl whose most treasured possession is a tangerine grove. Nami sits at the table, her head resting on her folded arms, flicking idly through the day's newspaper, smiling slightly at the photos of them splashed all through it. Zoro's on guard, sitting straight-backed in the window, holding his swords against his bandaged chest. He might be asleep, but he slits an eye open occasionally when Sanji moves too loudly. The curtains half-hide him, so it's hard to say.

Later, after the others wake up, it will be less peaceful. There'll be demands for meat. They'll all have to compare injuries and adventures. They won't have to argue, but they're probably going to anyway – it'll all be noise and exuberance rather than bad feeling. But right now, there's nothing to fight and nowhere that they need to be, so it's safe to be quiet and enjoy the peace.

There'll be enough time for adventure later.