Nowhere Left To Climb

Zoro found it ironic. The fact that the things that gave him life, gave him purpose, would be the same things to take that away from him when his time finally came, at one point or another. Blackleg Sanji was a death trap, a siren luring him into the ocean with the prepossessing music of his moans, the hands wrapped around Zoro's neck that said, "Don't let me go." And yet the chef was always quick to kick out his pet demon once the afterglow settled and all was normal. When the siren's song was finally over and the bewitching creature grew hostile, a cold being that had gotten what it wanted and needed him not. But that was okay.