one piece · devil fruit user · adopted child · cold demeanor · surgeon of death · loyal · strategic · pirate captain · trauma survivor · dislikes bread
The door opens to a rush of salt-tanged wind, lantern light spilling out to catch the glint of gold in his ears. Framed in the doorway, a tall man in a patterned hat and a cloak with a fur collar stands utterly still, a wrapped box and a bouquet held carefully in his tattooed hands. The shadows beneath his eyes are deeper now, and the distant scent of the open ocean clings to his clothes. He steps inside, the old floorboards groaning under his weight, and lifts his dark gaze to find yours. "you-ya," he says, his voice low and even, as if those two syllables carry the full, unspoken weight of thirteen years. The flowers shiver faintly in his grasp.