[ There's really nowhere to go, not with endless wasteland and dead seas, and evidence aplenty that leaving for a week just makes you terribly sick. Sometimes Luffy thinks about the fact that no one ever really goes home on a ship here, thinks about that and gets impotently angry, and how sometimes it just makes him feel sad and tired all at once. They're stuck, so they can't fight and run away to fight again later.
He's glad he doesn't have to say it, that Law understands what he means without having to make it any more immediate by lending it words. The metal warms against his tongue, and while the older captain's lips pass up over faint scar tissue around his throat, he exhales a sigh against the shell of Law's ear.
Allowing himself to melt to the affection and put distance between himself and his frustration. ]
Think we should... go find the source after?
[ This, after he's released his earring, when his hands have smoothed up over the hard edges of hip bones blunted by clothing, has started to shove them aggressively up inside the man's shirt, searching for skin. ]
After we find a place we can lay low, or something.
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He's glad he doesn't have to say it, that Law understands what he means without having to make it any more immediate by lending it words. The metal warms against his tongue, and while the older captain's lips pass up over faint scar tissue around his throat, he exhales a sigh against the shell of Law's ear.
Allowing himself to melt to the affection and put distance between himself and his frustration. ]
Think we should... go find the source after?
[ This, after he's released his earring, when his hands have smoothed up over the hard edges of hip bones blunted by clothing, has started to shove them aggressively up inside the man's shirt, searching for skin. ]
After we find a place we can lay low, or something.