Summary: Drabbles and prompts and quotes.
Warning/ Author Note: NOPE NADA NO! ... this is a pretty weak drabble to be honest, tho...
Breathing Just A Little
I am quick to love,
but slow in allowing myself
to be loved.
Love pours out from me
like waterfalls
and bursting river banks,
but comes towards me;
in slow droplets and thin trickles.
My dam's too sturdy.
something in the mind I think,
something tells me I am not worthy.
- Worthy
"Hey, Sanji, have you seen my sword?" Yonji asks and Sanji shakes his head but helps him look and they find it after an hour of looking in Niji's room.
Niji crosses his arms. "I needed it for something." With that Niji and Yonji fight and Sanji chuckles before joining in.
It was nice like this, all the same strength.
"Hey Sanji, keep up!" Niji yells.
"Why are you breathing hard from something like that?" Yonji asks.
Ichiji sniffs, not even looking at Sanji's directions whilst Reiju chuckles.
Judge looks down at him. "Weak," He hisses.
Until he became to weak and they too strong.
Sanji grunts, attempting to protect the cupcake but it was taken away from him. "Give it back!" He roars and tries to punch Niji who laughs in his face and they all beat him up.
"Father... help!" Sanji shouts, tears and snot and bruises all over his face.
(He reaches out to a back that doesn't stop for him and leaves him in the dust).
It was when Sanji was imprisoned that he understood.
He was not worthy.
Sanji didn't deserve their love.
Sanji didn't deserve any attention.
Sanji didn't deserve anything.
He was weak, useless.
(His mother's laughter, like bells and Sanji involuntarily smiles).
Sanji claws at the cells, shouting words that cannot be heard.
And flashes of laughter with his siblings and training and smiles and happiness and joy.
Sanji takes a step back, those moments leaving with tears and pain.
It's okay...
A small smile spreads over Sanji's lips.
... he doesn't deserve them after all, he is broken and weak.
And laughter, loud and echoing in the walls that makes Sanji reminisce and wonder.
(And wish and dream and hope and his bottom lip trembles, grey droplets staining his cheeks).