Mmmm, me neither. [ The pleasure that Nami takes from his reassurance— from knowing that they have a space that's wholly theirs, unshared except for when they desire otherwise— is reward enough to make everything worth it. It warms his laughter and his tone, another quiet reassurance that his over-the-top affection is desired.
The idea of joining the royal ranks has never really sat easily with him. The way the resort seems to worship at the altar of hierarchy runs antithetical to everything he's come to value— he was happier aboard their tiny, cozy pirate ship than he ever was among the stark splendor that filled Germa Castle— and so he'd have gladly remained at rock bottom of the ranks if months spent living with Nami hadn't made it clear how much easier protecting those he cared about would be with enough rank and status. And as noble as that goal is, it's her happiness that makes quietly doing what he never intended on doing worth it in the end.
And so, of course, his suite is filled with things that are for her. As much as this is a place for all of their friends, it's a place for him and for her first and foremost, starting with this art room.
He can catch the glint of tears in her eyes as she turns away, as the reality of the art room presses in and declares it's presence loudly. For a moment, he's worried. Maybe this is too much? Maybe he's overstepped? Nami means more to him than he can ever really put to words, even with his gilded tongue, and the things he's said have always felt insufficient. Drawing's become important to her– he knows that much, at least– so dedicating another space for her to do it in had simply felt right.
While he's more than willing to give her space, the moment she glances back up at him, eyes glistening with even more tears that dampen her cheeks, he's moving, closing the gap between them. There's something about that brief moment of eye contact that sloughs off his uncertainty, her gaze seeming to beckon, to plead for nearness and he's only too happy to provide. Both of his arms circle around her shoulders, drawing her flush against his chest as he hugs tight, lips brushing a quick kiss against the very top of her head. ]
What I am is your handsome prince. [ He keeps his tone light and playful, laughing quietly at his own self-aggranizing, lips gently brushing another soft kiss against her forehead just before he grins at her. ] Just wanted to sweep you off your feet, you know? And make you feel cherished like you deserve, Nami.
[ None of which actually required this, he's aware, but Sanji doesn't do things by half-measures when it comes to the people he loves.
Grinning, he slowly unwraps his arms from around her, only to catch her cheeks between his hands and gently wipe away the tears, lips brushing as soft and sweet as they can against hers. ] Love you. That's why, you know? I love you and wanna make you as happy as I can. That and no other reason.
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The idea of joining the royal ranks has never really sat easily with him. The way the resort seems to worship at the altar of hierarchy runs antithetical to everything he's come to value— he was happier aboard their tiny, cozy pirate ship than he ever was among the stark splendor that filled Germa Castle— and so he'd have gladly remained at rock bottom of the ranks if months spent living with Nami hadn't made it clear how much easier protecting those he cared about would be with enough rank and status. And as noble as that goal is, it's her happiness that makes quietly doing what he never intended on doing worth it in the end.
And so, of course, his suite is filled with things that are for her. As much as this is a place for all of their friends, it's a place for him and for her first and foremost, starting with this art room.
He can catch the glint of tears in her eyes as she turns away, as the reality of the art room presses in and declares it's presence loudly. For a moment, he's worried. Maybe this is too much? Maybe he's overstepped? Nami means more to him than he can ever really put to words, even with his gilded tongue, and the things he's said have always felt insufficient. Drawing's become important to her– he knows that much, at least– so dedicating another space for her to do it in had simply felt right.
While he's more than willing to give her space, the moment she glances back up at him, eyes glistening with even more tears that dampen her cheeks, he's moving, closing the gap between them. There's something about that brief moment of eye contact that sloughs off his uncertainty, her gaze seeming to beckon, to plead for nearness and he's only too happy to provide. Both of his arms circle around her shoulders, drawing her flush against his chest as he hugs tight, lips brushing a quick kiss against the very top of her head. ]
What I am is your handsome prince. [ He keeps his tone light and playful, laughing quietly at his own self-aggranizing, lips gently brushing another soft kiss against her forehead just before he grins at her. ] Just wanted to sweep you off your feet, you know? And make you feel cherished like you deserve, Nami.
[ None of which actually required this, he's aware, but Sanji doesn't do things by half-measures when it comes to the people he loves.
Grinning, he slowly unwraps his arms from around her, only to catch her cheeks between his hands and gently wipe away the tears, lips brushing as soft and sweet as they can against hers. ] Love you. That's why, you know? I love you and wanna make you as happy as I can. That and no other reason.