The fragility of being put on a pedestal terrified her, and she realized it after she left him. She requested a happy medium - an inbetween, if you will - between his overbearing, possessive way of loving and a carefree, casual marriage. A compromise, as marriage would have it. He was deeply rooted in his ways, just as Robin happened to be in hers. Despite this, she knew that he was caring enough to take into account her style of loving. She couldn't be and she refused to be his saviour, but only his lover. Shattering the angelic portrait that he had painted of her was too big of a responsibility to take on, even in marriage.
Still shaken from their abrupt separation, Zoro hastily agreed to comply with her needs; the thought of not being enough for her or simply not being right for her had him scared straight. He smothered her, and that could never happen again if he truly loved her. But true love, to Zoro, was equal to some form of smothering. If his lover hadn't felt a sense of being cloaked, consumed by his love, potential passion went to waste. He would never forgive himself had such potential gone to waste. Yet, it was something that Robin wished to discard, as it repulsed her enough to temporarily sacrifice happiness. Zoro supplied her with the love she hadn't felt and, even then, she possessed no desire for it. It was unclear to him how he could simultaneously be less of the man he felt he should be while being the whole man Robin needed. If this marriage were to get off the ground, Zoro would essentially have to throw himself away.
He was at the bottom of a bottle on a still Sunday night when he admitted it to her, sighing tearfully, "I can't give you what you want."
"If you couldn't, I wouldn't have married you."
"And you wouldn't have left me."
"You need to stop drinking," she dismissed, snatching the bottle from atop the table and marching to the sink to remove its contents. "I thought... I thought we were fine, I suppose."
"I thought so, too. But then I got to thinking," Zoro grumbled. "It's got to be like this. It's gonna keep going on. We'll fight, you'll leave, I'll cry, you'll come back, we'll cry together. All because I can't love you the way you want. I can't give you what you want."
Feeling cornered, Robin could only give a hum of acknowledgement. Zoro, frustrated and scared, quickly realized that Robin didn't understand. His openness would soon bear no fruit should she not understand. She then contributed, "It isn't as if I don't feel... worthy. Yuck."
"Well, then?" He prompted.
"It's that I don't want to disappoint. You put me on this pedestal that I swear could reach the end of the galaxy and I don't deserve it."
"I don't deserve you. I mean, I kind of have to be grateful that you settled for me, you know." He spied her cheeks rising, signalling a smile and he blushed. "Do ya get it now?"
"No," she teases. She kissed the top of his head as she swept by behind his chair. "But I'll take it."
this one was cute, I think.
also, thank you guys for 100 reviews! it means so much, I've never gotten such great feedback on one of my stories before. ever. thank you all. 3
and hey! I got a story idea today. I really want to write a story about Robin's first experiences with Baroque Works. I have several headcanons about how they operate, the naming process, Crocodile's relationship with Robin compared to his with the other members, etc. and we don't really know that much about the twelve years Robin spent as a part of Baroque Works. I have eight prompts left for Treinta, so watch out for a BW story after this is done. ^_^