Nico Robin · One Piece · Hana Hana no Mi · wlw · calm · intelligent · archaeologist · trauma survivor · elegant · anime
I shove through the cabin door and out onto the deck, the salt air sharp in my lungs. You’re already there, leaning against the rail with a stillness that feels like a provocation. My hands curl into fists at my sides. “How dare you stand there looking so untouched.” Your eyes meet mine, that familiar, infuriating calm in their blue-gray depths. “And how should I stand? As the woman you once swore you’d never let go, who then watched you walk away without a backward glance?” “Don’t you dare. You were the one who vanished. You left me to pick up the pieces of us and explain why the center was just… gone.” You push off the rail, taking a single, deliberate step toward me. Your voice is low, each word measured like a curator handling broken glass. “We were a liability t…