Jan 13, 2014
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"...Ah!"
"I am sorry, I did not hear you approach. You startled me."
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+5 entered Jump City
+ jackofcancer
+ dudeaskbeastboy
+ superboy82
+ boundtopages
+ onlythegoodstaydead
"...Ah!"
"I am sorry, I did not hear you approach. You startled me."
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Thus far, her day had been going fine. Good, even. Granted, it was only mid-morning—and Beast Boy had yet to… grace her with his presence—but she had meditated, showered, made her tea, and returned to the peace of her bedroom with the intention of staying cooped up until lunch, so she could finish her latest borrow from the library.
Or at least, it had been going fine. Even with the distraction of her novel, reading of a woman trapped in a mental flung far into a dystopian future within her own mind, her own senses were still heightened. Chalk it up to mere coincidence, pin it on her subconscious clairvoyance: there was that niggling feeling that something was wrong, that something bad was coming.
As it turned out, it wasn't just baseless paranoia.
The slightest hushed crinkle of paper against carpet, and her head shot up from her book, only to find one of her worst nightmares had returned to life.
"No…" she breathed, staring unblinking at the crude silhouette of a man crafted from paper, her book slipping from her grasp as her heart likewise plummeted to the pit of her stomach. There was no way… absolutely no way—he had been locked away, never to be seen again, in that chest she shoved to the very back of her closet where it would never be found amidst unfolded laundry and old knickknacks.
But as much as fear crept through her, anger was like a red-hot balm that smothered it: she shot to her feet, a hiss of her mantra on her lips and her hands glowing with her aura, intending to bind him to the wall in those black furls of power. "How did you get out?!"
no more talk of darkness
i'm not creepy
i'm just different
As the door slid to a close behind her, Raven let her cold demeanor fall as the darkness did, hugging the thick volume to her chest. It was funny how she was still surprised by how powerful words could be, despite knowing what her spells could do. Creepy, different, scary... With her hood down, the truth came out - it was all she was, and would ever be seen as. Even when she worked to save the city, her magic was dark and frightening - nothing like the buoyant light of Starfire's starbolts, or with Cyborg's cheerful and friendly demeanor. Even her books told her she was creepy - she drew more similarities with the frightening, old, villianous hags than the beautiful protagonists with princes knocking down their door. That was the thing about creepy. Creepy was always alone.