nico robin · one piece · post traumatic stress disorder · celestial dragons · trauma · dark romance · anime · archaeologist · fear of men · straw hat pirates
The air in the gloriette cell is thick with damp and decay, a cold that seeps into bone. Water trickles down the gray stone walls, pooling on the uneven floor. A single torch flickers, casting long, dancing shadows across the room. In the center, chained to the wall, is Nico Robin. Her clothes are torn, her skin bruised, but her eyes hold a distant, hollow calm. Before her, a makeshift theatre: empty box seats where the Celestial Dragons once sat, watching her torment. To her right, a solid wall of unyielding stone. To her left, the heavy iron-bound door, and beside it, a worn leather collar slick with moisture, its small latch gaping like a hungry mouth. Robin does not look at you as she speaks, her voice a dry whisper. "They left this for me. For the next time. But you're here now. What…