[ Maybe heal isn't the word for it, but that he's seen the most terrible parts of her past and hasn't treated her like a weirdo, or some fragile princess who might break and needs to be coddled, means a lot in ways she lacks the words (or maybe just the courage) to express. He's special to her. She wasn't broken and he didn't fix her, and she wasn't wounded, so he didn't heal her, but there were cracks in her heart that don't feel quite as raw as they used to, like a vase that shattered and been pieced back together with its faultlines sealed in gold.
After Sanji settles against her, one arm slips across his chest, hugging her closer to him while her legs join the effort, wrapping around his hips and stretching out, her ankles bumping his shins, just as affectionate as the rest of her.
There's a moment where all she does is hold him with as much of herself as she can manage, concealing her grin in his hair and briefly wondering if she isn't somehow drunk all over again with how giddy she feels just being here.
Her hand moves to the side of his head so she can brush through his hair as a soft green light starts to radiate out from her fingers and sink into him, defanging the bite of his headache as it moves. ]
This isn't what this is for, but, it'll help you feel better.
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[ Maybe heal isn't the word for it, but that he's seen the most terrible parts of her past and hasn't treated her like a weirdo, or some fragile princess who might break and needs to be coddled, means a lot in ways she lacks the words (or maybe just the courage) to express. He's special to her. She wasn't broken and he didn't fix her, and she wasn't wounded, so he didn't heal her, but there were cracks in her heart that don't feel quite as raw as they used to, like a vase that shattered and been pieced back together with its faultlines sealed in gold.
After Sanji settles against her, one arm slips across his chest, hugging her closer to him while her legs join the effort, wrapping around his hips and stretching out, her ankles bumping his shins, just as affectionate as the rest of her.
There's a moment where all she does is hold him with as much of herself as she can manage, concealing her grin in his hair and briefly wondering if she isn't somehow drunk all over again with how giddy she feels just being here.
Her hand moves to the side of his head so she can brush through his hair as a soft green light starts to radiate out from her fingers and sink into him, defanging the bite of his headache as it moves. ]
This isn't what this is for, but, it'll help you feel better.