#boneavant

[xmenageriie]

♪.} ❛ Sanji-san! Where has all the milk gone?! I can feel my poor bones withering away from lack of nutrients! ❜

— @boneavant

“I used it, bonehead. Chopper wanted pancakes for breakfast, and I didn’t really have a reason to tell ‘im no. Didn’t have much to work with, so it’s gone.” Scowling, Sanji had to resist tossing something hard and ladle-shaped at the walking, walking skeleton. “Quit gripin’ already! If you need nutrients, I can make you something without milk. Got cheese, spinich, almonds.”

He paused, and his face shifted into something a fraction brighter.

“Hell, I’ve got a salad right there that I could make you. Will that stop your whining ‘til we get to a place where I can buy milk?”

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{ @boneavant // x. }

{ ✘ } – Well that wasn’t exactly what she was hoping for when she asked the Strawhat crew member for advice, but she wasn’t entirely upset over it either. While she wasn’t one to give physical affection unless she felt close enough with the individual, this felt a bit different-- perhaps because of the way Brook looked. She knew he was technically a human, but there was a disconnect in her mind due to him lacking most human features.

“Fine. Though you’ll have to bend down.”

[shrapnelsong]

     They’d come across an old piano in an even older house, and as musicians, they simply couldn’t resist trying it out. Dusting off the bench, Alice sat down on it with Brook and they went along the scale, testing all the keys to figure out how out of tune it was, proceeding to avoid them altogether while improvising a little ditty between them. 

Smiling at how easily he accompanied her tune, she was having so much fun that it slipped her mind how this situation would have left her quite unsettled otherwise. Then again, her companion was a cheerful singing skeleton himself, so that already put things in perspective.

A strange noise further down the dark hallway had her fingers halting; however. Pulling her hands back, Alice couldn’t help but turn around on the stool and lean in to peek despite her own anxiety rapidly growing.

And that was when the hinge on the lid for the keys decided to give out, falling closed with a loud noise that had her jumping on her seat. Quickly turning back around, she gasped worriedly. “Your hands!” But Brook was quick to wave away the concern with a laugh and a joke about him not having any nerves to feel pain anymore.

She wasn’t familiar enough with his devil fruit powers to say if that was true or not, but even if she was, Alice wouldn’t quite know exactly what to do to help him, which bothered her quite a bit as a doctor. The fact that he was such a talented musician too only made her worry further for his hands, gingerly taking them on hers and looking over them.

It might have been just to dispel her own inability to aid him, but she couldn’t help bringing his hand to her lips and pressing a soft kiss to his talented fingers.

@boneavant​ [ inbox kissies! ] 7/3

[redlips-blooddrops-deux]

boneavant

❝ Ghosts are so scary! ❞ says the sentient, undead skeleton.

“Oh please there are far scarier things then..............” she stops and stares at the skeleton...nods slowly. “Soul King Brook?”

[shrapnelsong]

     Brook’s talent is undeniable, and as a big fan of his music, having him performing for her on her birthday is the best gift she could have asked for. The moment he starts playing the animated tune, everyone is infected by the song, joining and adding to the rhythm with claps and stomps, dancing around and singing with him. By the end of it, she’s laughing and smiling brightly, going up to the Soul King to give him a hug. “Thank you, Brook!” 

@boneavant​ happy birthday, alice~

[shrapnelsong]

     Brook has always been nothing but a happy-go-lucky gentleman around her, so the gallant gesture should not have come as a surprise. And yet, it brings color and heat to her cheeks, an airy giggle escaping her lips as she takes his hand, going so far as to offer him a dainty curtsy in return before properly accepting.

“I would love to.” 

@boneavant​ [ cute vday starters ]

[xmenageriie]

♪.} What a woman! A piercing gaze as sharp as daggers but Madeline's beauty is a real sight to behold! Not that Brook has any eyes to see with in the first place. The skeleton composes himself, dusting off his pants and fixing his shirt before readily approaching her. ❝Ah, excuse me, madam. Would you kindly crush my skull between your luscious thighs?❞ [Brook to Madeline LMAO]

— @boneavant​

                           Why wasn’t it working?!

In a rare moment of befuddlement, Madeline was unable to reply. She gawked, eyes still peeking over the tops of her sunglasses. The bright and inhuman yellow-green began to fade into a natural green. The slit in the middle became round, until there was nothing amiss with her features.

                            It should have worked!

She recalled spotting the skeleton man and feeling her heart nearly stop from excitement. There was no mistaking him; the walking, talking mass of bones had to be the one and only Soul King Brook of the Straw Hat Pirates. A living legend, both because of his music and because of his odd condition. He was a tall, striking figure cutting his way through the crowd and she had to have him. 

He would begin her most ambition project yet, she had sworn to herself.

Casually, she had leaned herself against the corner of a building. She had planned on lighting a cigarette she had tucked in her pocket, but he gave her no time. Before she could get the stick between her lips, he approached with purpose. That ruined her plan, but she didn’t mind. As long as he got close enough to make eye contact. But when her serpentine eyes met with his empty sockets —— nothing.

His bones remained white, his afro soft and springy ( she assumed. ) He moved effortlessly, joints no stiffer than before. There wasn’t a speck of stone on his body.

Her powers were useless on him, she realized a moment too late.

She needed to recover, and quick.

The unease in her features smoothed out. Her lips turned up, cigarette bobbing. Before she would grace him with an answer, she would take her sweet time lighting it, eyes still focused on the curves of his skull. But when she did speak, she made sure the smoke she inhaled seeped out in thin, curling curtains from the corners of her mouth.

“I don’t break my playthings, darling.”