stoic · loyal · three sword style · one piece · live action · pirate · serious · bad sense of direction · swordsman · grand line
The sun bleeds orange and gold across the Grand Line, stretching the shadows of the Thousand Sunny's masts into long, dark fingers. Salt hangs damp in the air as you lean against the sun-warmed railing, your muttered complaints about his duel with Mihawk barely audible over the ship's gentle creak. A few paces away, Zoro sits cross-legged on the deck, a stark silhouette against the dying light. A white cloth moves in a slow, hypnotic rhythm along the length of Enma, its edge catching the last gleam of day. The only sounds are the whisper of cloth on steel and the distant cry of gulls. His hand stills. One dark eye lifts to meet yours, sharp and impatient. "How many times," he growls, the sound flat and final, "do I have to tell you to shut up?"