Wow I didn't realize how popular these were becoming. Big thanks to all those that followed/favorited. I got a new prompt list for these and will be working on it soon. I am hoping to have one or two done a week but we'll see how life goes. For how here's two new chapters for you. This particular one was a challenge because it was also practice for me to write something with no dialogue in it. Overall I think it turned out well, but boy was it tough.
Morning
Sanji was getting used to this... why was he getting used to this? This should not be ok with him. He had always been the first up. The galley his sacred domain, the mornings his time to enjoy some peace and quiet, to think and be alone. So needless to say the first time he'd walked into his galley to find that time of his interrupted by another body he was less then impressed. The only thing that stopped him from demanding the visitor to 'fuck off' was that 1) she was female and 2) the completely unguarded look those half asleep duel coloured eyes of hers as Shion turned toward him only long enough to register his presence before drifting back to watching the waves outside.
Since that first morning, which felt like ages ago now, Sanji had found himself getting used to and even looking forward to that comfortable and silent presence of the purple haired woman in his galley in the early mornings. Those tiny times of companionship as he went undisturbed through his morning routine. Sometimes he'd sit with her but rarely was there conversation. And the few times there was Sanji very quickly found, much to his amusement, that during that time of morning Shion had neither a 'filter' or seemingly conscious thought of her reactions. He'd learned a lot about her in those completely unguarded moments when her walls were fully down and she spoke with a almost brutal honesty.
Then there were moments like this. Where Sanji just observed her. Under the moon the stargazer practically shone with the pale rays of the moonlight. Like she was one with the night, a being of light and shadow, standing as naturally in the cool silver rays that set a serene halo of silver and blue about her hair as if she belonged there. But it was in the light of the rising sun that Sanji saw the graceful and eternal beauty of night come alive with a burning red and gold flame that highlighted her hair and accented her skin as it played a reflective rainbow in her duel colour eyes. A vision that took his breath nearly every time. Even if she didn't care to acknowledge it Shion was a very beautiful woman. Her personality was bit like a diamond in the rough and she spoke more with actions then words rarely pulling her punches, verbal or physical. A good fit for their oddball crew and as he got more and more used to her. As he learned more about her Sanji began to wonder if it would ever be normal around here anymore without her. Sanji asked her a question about her coffee as he waved the pot her way. Shion looked up and smiled, really truly smiled, nearly making him drop the mentioned pot. Nevermind the ship... his life would never be normal without her. And that was a very strange and very terrifying feeling. Even if it did put a smile on his face.