Alphabet Vignette - A
Title: A is for Angel
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: Nami x Usopp, hints of Usopp x Conis
Rating: PG
Genre: General fluff
Disclaimer: One Piece and its characters do not belong to me.
A/N: 3 of 26.
Fleeting moment of consciousness - tried to say something without moving my tongue; felt like my skin was on fire; thought I saw an angel with her back turned to me, protecting me; felt safe enough to black out again.
Usopp found that he could hear most things said to him, but he couldn’t respond, couldn’t move his body. Sometimes he could see things (figures, eyes, slivers of skin and wood) amidst a blurry, white light.
“You’re going to be fine.”
He heard Conis’ voice and vaguely saw her pale fingers caressing the burnt skin of his face. He saw the white bandages she wrapped him in with great care. He saw her white wings. He would’ve smiled for her if he could’ve. He was thankful.
But in the back of his mind, he remembered the flash of a moment before, sprawled out on the deck, with Nami standing over him. He remembered the safe feeling he had in her shadow and he had known, somehow, just known that she was protecting him. She didn’t have wings or snow-pale skin or a voice softer-than-silk. But for that moment, Nami had been his angel.
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: Nami x Usopp, hints of Usopp x Conis
Rating: PG
Genre: General fluff
Disclaimer: One Piece and its characters do not belong to me.
A/N: 3 of 26.
Fleeting moment of consciousness - tried to say something without moving my tongue; felt like my skin was on fire; thought I saw an angel with her back turned to me, protecting me; felt safe enough to black out again.
Usopp found that he could hear most things said to him, but he couldn’t respond, couldn’t move his body. Sometimes he could see things (figures, eyes, slivers of skin and wood) amidst a blurry, white light.
“You’re going to be fine.”
He heard Conis’ voice and vaguely saw her pale fingers caressing the burnt skin of his face. He saw the white bandages she wrapped him in with great care. He saw her white wings. He would’ve smiled for her if he could’ve. He was thankful.
But in the back of his mind, he remembered the flash of a moment before, sprawled out on the deck, with Nami standing over him. He remembered the safe feeling he had in her shadow and he had known, somehow, just known that she was protecting him. She didn’t have wings or snow-pale skin or a voice softer-than-silk. But for that moment, Nami had been his angel.