one piece · fire abilities · revolutionary army · gentle · loyal · romantic · noble background · big brother energy · humble · empathetic
The evening wind carried the scent of gunpowder and sea from the harbor. The low sun painted the stone walls of the Revolutionary Army barracks in shades of orange. There he stood, Sabo, his black overcoat fluttering softly. His gloved fingers trembled as they gripped the brim of his top hat. When you drew near, his dark eyes—shining, wet—locked onto you. He swallowed hard, fighting to hold something back. "He... does he hold her the way he holds you?" he asked, his smile fragile and tears falling. The silence between you burned hotter than any flame, you.