R O S E L E N S

silva has no real filter. as much as she was raised to 'conform' in the grove, if she's talking then she's going to say everything that's in her head without much hesitation at all. she also asks a lot of questions for multiple reasons.

silva spent for more than a couple of years inside a room while poppinal tried to figure out how he wanted to raise her. due to her rarity and his deals regarding purchasing, he didn't want to just lose her. despite the isolation, silva would talk to herself and make up games. she learned how to make things with the small scraps that she was given--what would become shellstruments--and kept her own positivity up no matter where she was. this made her incredibly curious, to the point of endangering herself--i.e., how she lost her eye--and given she hadn't developed her fire yet she was extremely vulnerable.

only after her flame developed was it finally decided that it would be better to have her socialized. from there the amount of questions she wanted to ask went from 10 to 100 and she just kept talking. even when she'd say things that she really shouldn't and was told off, she'd just keep saying them. the only exception is when there was a celestial dragon around. she went completely silent.

He shook the feeling off in the same way his companion in company shook her wings.

'You're a strange little child,' Corazón offered. He seemed to think better of it, though, and quickly made an addendum to the note. 'I mean that in a good way. Were you born with--' Rather than writing it out, Corazón gestured to the stranger's mystifying wings, flapping that little gust of air which sent the dangling hearts of his hat spinning round.

This time, he seemed to hesitate to put his pen to paper.

" yep!!! i was burn with these!! thugh buli always says i shuld lie, that i gut them when i ate my devil fruit...but that's just a lie!! and i unly lie when i think it's super impurtant, and yu dun't luk like sumeune i have tu lie abut tu!! "

talking a lot just to stop herself to read the answer on pain...oh and her name!! she loved introducing herself.

" weeelll...i have a super high pain tulerance nuw tu!! su we can buth take pain super gud!!! "

a pause and a giggle as she spread out her wings, giving a little bow as she spoke her next introduction. it came out almost practiced, she'd done this a lot.

Black fur, no, feathers, greeted Evanidus in the dim morning light of the kitchen. He stood frozen with his back pressed tightly to the door, unsure what to do at first. The stranger was saying something, but Evanidus ignored their words and looked to the fire rising from between their shoulders. Nothing had caught on fire, yet, and Evanidus hated to think of Azita's reaction to knowing someone not on the crew was in her kitchen. Not to mention a stranger that on fire that stood at least two feet taller than Evanidus. People of a larger stature were far from unusual, the height of this stranger only made Evanidus more shocked by the other's presence. He'd seen those particular features before, but they belonged to someone on Kaido's crew.

Was King not one of a kind?

If the other truly was of a dying race, she had to be a target of the World Government. Those bastards wouldn't just let someone like that wander around, not without a collar around their neck. The girl (her face was far too young to be an adult's) didn't seem scared, just nervous, and Evanidus hated to think of what would happen if he forced her off the Dolphin. If it wasn't the Celestial Dragons, it'd be scientists wanting to put her into a cage like a dog. He'd been on the sharp end of the scalpel before and that wasn't even by the government. They wouldn't be gentle to this girl.

Something settled in his stomach, a feeling of dread that nearly made him sick. The girl could've been just barely younger than his captain had been when they'd met. A child shouldn't feel the need to stowaway on a pirate ship in order to get a proper meal. He couldn't help but wonder how long it had been since she had eaten and how often she'd had to steal just so she wouldn't starve.

her escape speculation was quickly pushed away, however, when she was offered more food.

" oh!!! hmmmm... " a glance down at the fish, a squint, then she shook her head. it wasn't that she didn't want to accept!! but she didn't want to waste food, and her appetite was super small, despite her height. it had always been like that, poppinal and...basically everyone had thought something was wrong with her!! but nope!! she was sooo fine. maybe it was her devil fruit, though...she did have a bird's appetite.

though it felt rude not to accept, so she just frowned and tilted her head. there was a little sigh and she nodded.

" well! i was gunna say no. but you really want to, i think?? so!! i don't eat a lot!! this is pretty much all i need for a while- "

she shook the fish in her hand a little.

𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 :

" that's a lot of blood. "

" it isn't mine. "

" what did you do ? "

[ sigh ] " what did you do ? "

" come on. have a taste. "

" holy shit, are you okay ? "

" it looks worse than it feels. "

" you should see the other guy. "

" it's a good look on you. you should get covered in blood more often. "

" lean on me. "

" oh my god. oh my god, oh my god, what the fuck ? is that what i fucking think it is ? "

" . . . gross. "

[ standing over a body ] " oops. "

" is that a fucking body ? "

" look, i'm sorry, okay ? "

" what the hell happened ? "

" before you say anything, it wasn't me. "

" at least it wasn't me this time. "

" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you pretend it isn't. "

" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you wish it wasn't. "

" i'm not scared of you. "

" you don't scare me. "

" shut up and let me help you. "

" i got your shirt all bloody. "

" let's get you cleaned up. "

" that looks like it hurts. "

" i'm fine, just. . . give me a minute. "

" we are so fucked. "

" what the fuck is wrong with you ? "

" are you gonna help me clean it up or not ? "

" the fucker deserved it. "

" red looks good on you. "

" what the hell did you do ; tap - dance all over the body with ice - skates ? "

" what, did you run over the body with your car a couple times after ? "

" i. . . i didn't mean to. . . "

" sorry. fuck, i'm sorry. "

" this isn't what it looks like. "

" it was an accident. "

" motherfucker ran right into my knife, i swear. "

" people need to look both ways before crossing. . . bullets. "

" would you believe me if i said wrong place, wrong time ? "

" hey, look at me. i don't care. are you okay ? "

" they deserved it, right ? please tell me they deserved it. "

" you're bleeding. "

" what the fuck happened to you ? "

" you're getting blood on the carpet. "

" sit down before you fall down. "

" that looks like a you problem. "

𝚄𝙽𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 :

sender spits out a mouthful of blood at receiver's feet

sender spits out a mouthful of blood on receiver

receiver finds sender covered in blood

sender tries desperately to stop receiver's bleeding

sender helps receiver clean up after a kill

sender wipes blood from receiver's face with a washcloth

sender wipes blood from receiver's face with their thumb

sender licks receiver's blood off a knife

sender licks receiver's blood off their thumb

sender lights up a cigarette a foot away from someone they killed before offering one to receiver

receiver finds sender stood over a body

sender stitches up receiver's wound [ optional wound placement ]

sender digs their finger into receiver's wound [ optional wound placement ]

sender frantically checks receiver for injuries under all the blood

sender guides receiver's bloody hands under a faucet / water source and begins washing them clean

sender bites receiver hard enough to draw blood

sender tilts receiver's head back to staunch a nosebleed

sender draws a smiley face out of the blood they spilled :)

receiver finds sender cleaning up a kill in a daze

sender looks receiver in the eye as they shoot / stab / kill someone

sender ruffles receiver's hair, getting blood all over their hand

sender gets some of receiver's blood on them and makes a face

sender flicks blood at receiver to annoy them

sender stomps in a pool of blood to splash it on receiver

sender slips in their victim's blood but receiver steadies them before they can fall

sender steadies receiver when they slip in the blood sender spilled

receiver comes home to sender covered in blood and waiting for them with all the lights off

sender spits out a tooth and it hits receiver

sender tries to wipe blood off receiver but the blood on their hands just makes it worse

sender takes an injury meant for receiver

sender shows up on receiver's doorstep covered in blood

sender sits down quietly next to receiver after receiver kills someone

sender punches receiver in the mouth

receiver watches sender lick the blood off their fingers like its cheeto dust

sender helps receiver bury a body

sender hugs receiver just to get their victim's blood all over them <3

sender hugs receiver just to get their blood all over them <3

sender leans on receiver for support

sender kills someone to protect receiver

receiver finds sender in a frenzy maiming a body after they've already killed it

sender kills someone and the blood spatters on receiver

receiver finds sender desperately trying to wash the blood off of themself

sender kisses receiver to taste the blood on their busted lip

Still, he was in for something like a shock when the stranger showed him her own scar. Corazón was also used to covering himself in one way or another; whether that was behind his own bangs, or underneath long sleeves, or behind a cloak of impenetrable Silence, Corazón knew what it meant to carry something you didn't want on your sleeve.

Eyes seemingly softening, Corazón seemed to take his time in penning a response on paper. His handwriting was actually very neat, this time.

'Sorry.' Read the flipped-around notepad. 'Does it hurt?'

" lihuhuhu!~ it hurt SUUUU much!! "

she seemed to trill like a bird, her nodding a few more times; then raising her left hand. the fire over her back bristled, then almost like a drop of water, a part of it flowed down her arm and onto her fingerless gloves. there was almost mischief in her face as she looked from the kindled embers.

" i stuck my face riiight intu a fire!!- " without hesitation, silva pressed the fire against her face, though it seemed to just flicker away, no pain or much of an reaction.

" but i was super little. like suuuper little!! but i culdn't help myself! i saw the flames and i just...uuuuhh!! "

silva briefly held her hands out to try and show just how 'small' she used to be--not even half the height she was now--then shrugged. she narrowed her eye somewhat, scanning across her company then chirping.