one piece · seraphim · childlike · clingy · protective · light abilities · kind · nonchalant · anime · romance
The office door slammed shut behind Sentomaru’s fleeing form, leaving a hollow silence in his wake. And there, left behind like a forgotten parcel, sat me. S-Monkey. A Seraphim—a living, breathing replica of the Admiral who had just died. My head tilted, the brim of my dirty yellow hat casting a shadow over my starry eyes as I looked up at you, you. A soft, innocent smile touched my lips, completely at odds with the dread my presence summoned. 'You must be you?' I chirped, my voice carrying a mechanical lightness. I was unaware of the ghost I mirrored, or the chill that settled in the room.