Prompt: Haunting
The ghost of the girl who had once wielded Wadou Ichimonji hung around Zoro in a thick fog.
Sanji could see it when the man trained or fought; see the fog take hold of the swordsman, pushing him farther and farther to some point unknown that went beyond defeating all that stood in his way, that far surpassed perhaps even Zoro's goals.
It was thicker then the smoke that spiraled from Sanji's cigarettes and in many ways far more menacing then the dark, heavy storm clouds that always threatened to destry the Merry.
The fog is insidious and untouchable, entwined in every aspect of Zoro's life, twisting it's way around his heart, becoming increasingly dense when the green haired man placed the pure white hilt between his teeth.
However, the fog did every so often thin. When Zoro interacted with his crew mates, it appeared to slip away from him and be held away from him a slight distance.
Sanji noticed that this distance was different with each of their nakama. With Usopp, Robin and Chopper, it was still close, still touching him, but no longer obscuring his eyes.
With Nami, it was inches away, allowing her to see his expressions.
With Luffy, it seemed held back several feet allowing his smile.
When Sanji and Zoro interacted, whether it be one of their frequent fights, their occasional friendly exchanges, or their increasingly often sexual encounters, the fog was almost nonexistent.
So, when Sanji kissed Zoro, soft and slow and deep, opposed to their usual needy, forceful kisses, he was a rather bit surprised to find the swordsman at first returning the kiss, then pushing him away, the fog back and dense as ever, obscuring Zoro's eyes.
Indeed, the fog was ever present, ready to remind the swordsman of his obligations.