♎ your muse tracing one of my muse’s scars

She had seen it hours before, while she was baking bread in the kitchen and Marco sat there, keeping an eye on Lynette. Her daughter had accidentally stained the blonde’s shirt with her markers and he took it off for Monet to clean it. She felt sorry that her daughter had ruined his shirt, but Marco didn’t seem to mind.

Once Lynette was sleeping and Eleanor was in her room Monet took the shirt, washed, dry and ironed, to the now Captain of the Whitebeard Pirates. Marco had been waiting for her in the living room, in front of the fire that now was dying off slowly, but the flames still drew dancing shadows on his tanned skin. 

Monet had always thought he was a handsome man,

— ❝ Sorry again…❞ 

       She started, but then when she saw the whole scar she stopped. It was bigger than what she had thought initially, and Monet could easily recognize it. A scar formed by Kizaru’s laser back in Marineford. Before she noticed she was brushing her fingers slowly along the scar. Her brows creased and she closed her eyes whilst an almost unnoticeable sigh escaped her lips.

She probably shouldn’t be doing that. He probably shouldn’t be there—

— ❝ It’s getting late, the crew will be worried..❞ 

          She said, although Eleanor had told Marco like fifteen times that he could stay there and sleep if he wanted to. That woman— trying so hard to ensure Monet had a man in her life. She didn’t want him to leave, she did enjoy his presence, but none of them was in a position in which complicated things were welcome.