Devotion
Loyalty, fealty, worship, etc
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How do you tell a dog from an SAS sergeant?
Soap's been trying to think of a punchline, but so far, all he's got is a dog’s gotta shit in the woods and bury it slightly more often than an SAS Sergeant.
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mith·ri·da·tism
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“Zoro—”
“Did you know?” he repeats, desperate, and Luffy just looks at him. And he wonders, then, how much of this has been preordained—how much of this is real, how much of this is him. How much of what he’s felt since they were wedged side-to-side in a shitty wooden boat on the East Blue has actually mattered, and how much has been the universe pressing him down into the mold of someone else's heart.
And then Luffy is gripping his horns, bringing his forehead down to meet his, repeating, “Zoro? Zoro?” like his name is a mantra, like he’s gone somewhere far away and gotten lost on his way back.
And Zoro blinks at him, then, and sees both of them at once—both of them—and he grips Luffy’s face in his own hands (claws) and presses his lips (violent, full of teeth) against his. Because this is who he has been waiting a thousand years for, the brightest and most beautiful of them all, the one thing he could never have—could never see, not if (Luffy, Joyboy, Nika) had made different (worse) choices—the thing that could never thrive in the darkness, just like he could never (has been unable to for centuries) survive without it—
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“I have watched you,” it says, “and to kill you would not be punishment enough.”
“I don’t give a shit about dying—” Zoro snarls. “Where—”
“You will not have the mercy of oblivion.” And there is a slimy, melting sort of laugh that gurgles up from the wet depths of it. “You will not die because you’re dead. You will die because they are gone.”
“The fuck does—”
“I am alone,” it hisses, “because of you.” Then it reaches up with its last rotting hand and grips the lapels of his coat, lifts itself up even as the motion drives his sword deeper. “So you will live ten thousand lifetimes as I have lived, you piece of shit—”
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“If I wanted to fall in love with a god,” Kisuke grins back up at him, “then I would have become a priest.”
Ichigo doesn’t laugh as Kisuke had half intended.
Instead, He turns those eyes upon Kisuke once more.
The golden, lotus-shaped irises almost seem to dance as Kisuke stares at them.
“Is that,” Ichigo says as the air around them almost seems to quicken and the hand He has in Kisuke’s hair tightens just a bit, “not what you did?”
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