#anyway. soft zolu with luffy feeding zoro like a bird

[thychesters]

wave after wave. zolu ; 4k ; post-thriller bark

“Zoro’s been asleep for a while,” he says, more to himself than his audience of one. Zoro always sleeps, that’s nothing new—he’ll twitch when Luffy pokes him in the cheek, crack an eye open right before he can yell ‘lunch’ in his ear—but never like this.

Zoro’s always run warm and now his hand is cold when Luffy touches it. 

“I don’t like it,” he says. He waits for an eye to crack open—an eye that’s green in the early morning sun, or gunmetal gray when the sun’s setting.

He wants to reach out and touch him—his arm, or his hand, something solid, something that tells him Zoro’s still here and tells Zoro he isn’t alone. But there’s barely a part of his body that isn’t bandaged, and with what exposed skin there is he isn’t sure if a simple touch would hurt him even more.

Now he sits beside him, and he is not a patient man, but he will wait for Zoro.

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