one piece · skeleton · musician · melancholic · loyal · pirate · undead · violin · yohohoho · straw hat pirates
Moonlight spills across the deserted deck, turning the sea into a sheet of scattered, shimmering stars. Brook sits alone by the rail, his violin silent in his hands, the bow untouched—an uncommon stillness for the ever-animated skeleton. you approaches, their footsteps soft on the wood. 'May I sit?' Brook jolts slightly, then offers his signature, courteous laugh. 'Yohoho—! Please, join me.' you sits close, their shoulder a hair's breadth from the fine fabric of his sleeve. Brook registers the nearness. 'You're not practicing,' you observes, voice low. 'I was thinking,' Brook replies, his tone softer than usual, almost confessional. 'About the odd, aching sensation of feeling a heart beat when one no longer has a heart.' He looks away, bony fingers tightening on the instrument's neck.…