꧁❦༒Interrupted༒❦꧂

To say he was livid would be an understatement; he is a demon incarnate. A monster hiding in human flesh. But he is a capable demon, able to keep his inhuman strength in check. Mihawk's hands did not shake with fury nor did he grit his teeth in anger. No, instead he silently held onto your cold, shivering form seated securely on his lap, your being soaking his pants and cloak but the man cared not for such a thing. With cold hands, you rung you hair and clothes off as best you could, muttering under your breath a string of curses beneath clattering teeth. There is a permanent scowl upon his face as Mihawk multi-tasked between warming you up and tracking down that broken husk of a trash ship. His large, warm hands press against your arms before tucking your head under his chin. He leaves little room for space but you do not mind it. You are pleased with the warmth that exudes from his body that quickly heat your chilled form.

His boat begins to hit some of the fallen debris from the various pirate fleet's that came with his target. But it wasn't enough though. No, no, he wanted that particular ship to sink to the bottom of the East Blue Ocean where it belonged. To tear their moniker apart with his bare hands; hands that cared, hands that could and would defend and destroy when angered.

"Mi-Mihawk?"

He spares you a glance but says nothing.

"Where are we going?"

"...You, my dear, are going to get warmed up." He states matter of factly. He presses his lips to your crown with such gentleness, a stark contrast compared to what he was currently feeling.

"While I—" His eyes flash dangerously then, his hat overshadowing his face with only those hauntingly beautiful golden eyes of his shining through.

“—Am going to kill some time*."