Author note: Seriously. Please. Someone. I need a Zoro AMV to "Lost in the Woods" from Frozen 2. Bonus points if the whole thing is only scenes of him getting lost.
Also, a Zoro dictionary entry. fEeLiNgS = romantic love. He can never quite bring himself to let the word "romance" pass his lips. In reverse, "love" is synonymous with caring or the love of family and friends:)
Also also I apologize cause this chapter has a lot of... introspection.... and I tried mixing in action between the thoughts but there's still a few chunky paragraphs :-]. Sometimes it feels like you have to include the trains of thoughts that led a character to thinking the way they do, and sometimes those trains of thoughts are actually just you [the author] working through and understanding your character. So I apologize again if some of the introspection doesn't quite sound like Zoro. I'll admit it probably isn't. BUT! that's the beauty of fiction and first tries. I can make characters walk through unrealistically detailed understandings of their inner psychology Xb. without further ado, CHAPTER 23! WOO!
[July 15 update: hey! So! I took the end of "Twisted" chapter and rewrote it and put it here:) Obviously for new readers, enjoy how it is Xb and thank you for reading! This chapter is still really in everyone's head so, yeah Xb]
Zoro:
Frick. This.
Wind whips against my ears as I sprint through the jungle underbrush, crashing through spiderwebs and weaving between the roots of behemoth Sequoia and Kapok trees.
THFT!
A wooden spear splits past my cheek and buries into a trunk several feet above me, the action followed by screaming howls from behind me. My lungs burn with effort as I stay my course- how long have I been running?- and the hole where I got run through in my stomach throbs with every pounding step.
"mmm.." Tashigi groans in my arms, pressing her face into my chest to try and muffle the noise, and bile rises in my throat at how quiet she sounds. Above us, thick branches creak from the weight of a thousand furry pursuers.
Frick. FRICK.
When they said toxic jungle, I thought they meant bugs. Not howler monkeys who learned how to dip self-carved spears in poison frog juices.
!THFT! THFT!
"gah!" I growl, skidding to a stop as two more spears fly past me and then skirting to the left to dodge a volley of others.
It's a toxic jungle
the woman in my arms is dying
This night ended up being a lot more complicated and painful than I expected.
Where the heck is my boat and crew.
!BZZT!
A swarm of neon striped dragonflies pelt my face as I run, making me gag and trip over a log instead of jumping over it.
"AAHH!" Tashigi shrieks into me and I hiss in pain, my whole weight slamming her into the ground as we collapse. FRICK. Panic broils inside my chest as spears rain down on us and I roll into the cover of the log then scramble to my feet, racing along the edge of a towering root in hopes of seeking cover.
Monkey screams split the night, drowning out the normal hum of cicadas, their stampeding in the canopy pounding out vibrations and shaking leaves to the ground as I fly through the underbrush, electric blue ferns and red elephant ear leaves grabbing at my legs, trying to trip me up.
Maybe this is all a hallucination
!THFT!THFT!THFT!THFT!
"GAH." I seethe as very real pain splits my side, glaring at the spear that grazed my rib cage now imbedded in the ground. I could fight them, but I'd have to put Tash down leaving her unguarded. I glance down, regretting it the second I see a legitimate puddle of blood pooled between us, thick liquid running down my torso, staining everything. Guilt stabs- that was from that fall a second ago-Don't have time to fight. Damnit- where's
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