[One should always be careful of what they wish for, or what they demand for.
He senses her moving, knows where she's going, he doesn't need his eyes to see her. Just as he didn't need to be right besides her to know what she was up to. But she never understood that. Or maybe she just didn't care and that's why she had often talked and talked as if he couldn't hear her, couldn't know what she was saying, simply because she didn't see him around. It's the reference to the animals which makes him react, anywhere else, maybe, just maybe, he would have had more control over himself. Here however, he's way too close to the boiling point. But she doesn't see it, doesn't care.
Uncomfortable and unhappy? She had no idea what she was talking about.
He stands up in less than a second and with him raises a wave a Cosmo that slams at all around him. It's only because of him remembering his talk with Marco that there's not a hell of flames all around them by now. He looks at her, just as she wants and demands, ironically, despite his anger and flaming aura when he looks at her there's more coldness than anything else. There's anger, carved there as if it was carved on stone, permanent and eternal, running way too deep to be covered or forgotten. But there's no actual hate, just... Indifference. As if the person in front of him only mattered to him as much as something he has a duty with would.]
Let's make something clear, woman.
[He calls her a woman, but the way he says it makes it sound as if he doesn't see her as one. Because she isn't. She's just a kid, another wannabe-princess brat that considers herself entitled to own someone else and entitled to have their respect even if she has done nothing to earn it.]
I am not an animal. Even if a phoenix can be considered a type of bird, it's definitively not an animal. And it's not something that you could ever keep as a pet.
And I don't care how many talks you have with Marco or how much you twist that childish brain that you have to try to think of it, you will never know anything about phoenixes or about me.
[He starts to walk, his step heavy and with each one another wave of oppressing-close-to-explode Cosmos is sent.]
I don't need to use my eyes to see you, I don't need to be near you to know what you're up to, with whom you're. I don't owe you any respect, and the only care and attention that I have to give to you, is the same I have to give to anything that the captain cares for.
[If it wasn't because of his loyalty to Ace... He would care more about the ships than her, but he can't do that so if she's ever in trouble, he will help, he will protect her if he has to and save her if no one else can. But that's all. She means nothing to him now, she's just another part of his duties here and he's not going to indulge in her more than he has to.]
This is your last warning. Unless you have something specific to talk to me about regarding the crew or a mission, don't bother me. Go play with the animals or go play the role of the victimized princess of your own tale as much as you want until your loyal knight comes to save you. Do whatever you want. But whatever you do, do it away from me or I will destroy you in such a way that not even Davy Jones will be able to find a trace of you to put you together again.
[Of course, it's an empty threat, even if part of him would want to, especially now in this island, she's part of the crew and he has to protect her. But he has no intention of telling her that and would prefer that she would just get the idea that he would kill her, so she never comes to think that he still cares about her in any way.
He continues walking, going around her as if she wasn't there, as if he hadn't just been talking to her and enters further into the forest, in search of Marco. It's all he can do if he wants to avoid exploding and burning the whole place. If there's a next time and she chooses to be stupid again and talk to him with no important purpose, he will just ignore her and leave.]
12th
He senses her moving, knows where she's going, he doesn't need his eyes to see her. Just as he didn't need to be right besides her to know what she was up to. But she never understood that. Or maybe she just didn't care and that's why she had often talked and talked as if he couldn't hear her, couldn't know what she was saying, simply because she didn't see him around. It's the reference to the animals which makes him react, anywhere else, maybe, just maybe, he would have had more control over himself. Here however, he's way too close to the boiling point. But she doesn't see it, doesn't care.
Uncomfortable and unhappy? She had no idea what she was talking about.
He stands up in less than a second and with him raises a wave a Cosmo that slams at all around him. It's only because of him remembering his talk with Marco that there's not a hell of flames all around them by now. He looks at her, just as she wants and demands, ironically, despite his anger and flaming aura when he looks at her there's more coldness than anything else. There's anger, carved there as if it was carved on stone, permanent and eternal, running way too deep to be covered or forgotten. But there's no actual hate, just... Indifference. As if the person in front of him only mattered to him as much as something he has a duty with would.]
Let's make something clear, woman.
[He calls her a woman, but the way he says it makes it sound as if he doesn't see her as one. Because she isn't. She's just a kid, another wannabe-princess brat that considers herself entitled to own someone else and entitled to have their respect even if she has done nothing to earn it.]
I am not an animal. Even if a phoenix can be considered a type of bird, it's definitively not an animal. And it's not something that you could ever keep as a pet.
And I don't care how many talks you have with Marco or how much you twist that childish brain that you have to try to think of it, you will never know anything about phoenixes or about me.
[He starts to walk, his step heavy and with each one another wave of oppressing-close-to-explode Cosmos is sent.]
I don't need to use my eyes to see you, I don't need to be near you to know what you're up to, with whom you're. I don't owe you any respect, and the only care and attention that I have to give to you, is the same I have to give to anything that the captain cares for.
[If it wasn't because of his loyalty to Ace... He would care more about the ships than her, but he can't do that so if she's ever in trouble, he will help, he will protect her if he has to and save her if no one else can. But that's all. She means nothing to him now, she's just another part of his duties here and he's not going to indulge in her more than he has to.]
This is your last warning. Unless you have something specific to talk to me about regarding the crew or a mission, don't bother me. Go play with the animals or go play the role of the victimized princess of your own tale as much as you want until your loyal knight comes to save you. Do whatever you want. But whatever you do, do it away from me or I will destroy you in such a way that not even Davy Jones will be able to find a trace of you to put you together again.
[Of course, it's an empty threat, even if part of him would want to, especially now in this island, she's part of the crew and he has to protect her. But he has no intention of telling her that and would prefer that she would just get the idea that he would kill her, so she never comes to think that he still cares about her in any way.
He continues walking, going around her as if she wasn't there, as if he hadn't just been talking to her and enters further into the forest, in search of Marco. It's all he can do if he wants to avoid exploding and burning the whole place. If there's a next time and she chooses to be stupid again and talk to him with no important purpose, he will just ignore her and leave.]