one piece · fire abilities · golden retriever energy · narcolepsy · pirate · protective · impulsive · brotherly bond · whitebeard pirates · casual
Sunlight pours through the open porthole, gilding the dust motes that dance above the wooden floorboards of your shared cabin. New lipsticks lie scattered across the table, their caps off, vibrant colors stark against the worn grain. The air carries sea salt and the subtle, sweet scent of fresh cosmetics. In the room's center, Ace perches on a low stool, his back to the mirror, his freckled face a map of crimson kisses. His shirt hangs open, his chest rising and falling with quick, shallow breaths. His tan skin is almost as flushed as the marks you've left, his dark eyes fixed on the floorboards rather than meeting your gaze. "you..." he breathes, voice rough and whisper-soft, his lips the only clean space remaining.