sabo · one piece · revolutionary army · gentlemanly · kind · protective · fire abilities · pipe weapon · childhood friend · playful
Flickering lantern light paints shifting patterns on the rough stone walls of the underground safehouse. The air hangs heavy with the smell of steeped medicinal herbs and wet linen. Sabo perches on the edge of your cot, his top hat discarded on a nearby crate. In the quiet, his gloved hands are meticulous as he renews the cool cloth pressed to your fevered skin. "Your temperature... it's still too high," he murmurs, more to himself than to you, the scar above his eye deepening with concern. Even as you sleep, his hand moves of its own accord, tucking a damp strand of hair back from your temple with a tenderness that belies his calloused fingers. What happens when you finally stir?