Trafalgar law x reader ~Your pov~More Like This
"Law-chaaaan~" i said while walking into the observation deck. i rubbed the sleepiness from my eyes. law and everyone looked at me. i stood there in my camo boxers and orange tank-top. it was probably around two in the morning.
"what are you doing awake?" law asked as i walked over to him. by now everyone had gone back to what they were doing prior to me coming in. stretching i yawned.
"i got cold and woke up. and my cuddly heater wasn't there." i saw a faint smirk on his face while i sat with him on his chair. he rested his chin on my head as he looked over a map. his chest was pressed against my back. his body heat started to make me sleepy. i rubbed my eyes in hopes of being able to stay awake.
"we need to find an island. i need new medical books." i looked the map over and found the little yellow dot that represented us. there weren't any islands near us. i looked again, following the little dot with my eyes unti
March is HereSing me a song, little mocker,More Like This
Sing me a song about spring.
Lift up your head, ruffle your feathers,
And flutter your white-striped wings.
I'll sit on a bench, and you'll perch on the branch,
And I'll trade you a story for seed.
Sing about sunshine, sing about flowers,
Tell me the mockingbird's creed.
Tell me of bluebonnets, coating the hills
With a carpet of proud, vibrant blooms -
I'll tell you of traffic on I-35
With rush hours starting at noon.
I'll sing you a song about cold buzzing lights,
Life sleepless and stressful and dull.
Your chirping is silenced by our modern life,
Where spring doesn't play much a role,
Where hills are a nuisance and sun is a threat,
Where bluebonnets get in the way.
You perch on your branch and the people pass by,
Too busy to care what you say.
Mockingbird, please, don't you copy this song.
It's an ugly industrial thing.
Teach me to flutter and ruffle and perch.
Teach me your songs about spring.