Chapter 5: Mihawk/Perona: Swapping Eyes
Summary: Aesthetics are important okay?!
Notes: For you Snailorbee :3
"Oh, so…your eyes are just like this? They don't do anything special? Ugh they clash with all my cute dresses! I'm going to need a whole new wardrobe and it's all your fault!" Perona, floating upside down, hands on her hips was glaring at him. With his eyes.
Her shrill voice echoed down the stone hallway of Kurigana. Somewhere, his apprentice was lost fighting monkeys. Somewhere, Shanks sailed the seas. Somewhere, this woman's old captain lay low in the shadows, healing and preparing.
None of that mattered. No one would take him seriously with eyes like this. Big and wide and pouty. They absolutely ruined his aesthetic. Hawkeye Mihawk was dead, struck down by the soulmate's curse. What a dreadful ending.
"Don't glare with my eyes! It looks wrong!" she screeched at him.
"I'll return them to you," Mihawk grabbed the knife at his throat, bringing it towards his face, unflinching, unyielding.
"NO!" Her hands grabbed the blade, blood dripping onto the floor. He stared at her. He had never seen his own eyes look like that. Wide, concerned. Afraid. They gazed at one another for a long time before he let her take the knife from him. "I'll help you make new outfits to fit you, then we can figure out mine. Drama queen." Perona sighed.
They walked down the hallway, hand in hand.