What have I done? || Raven & Charles
Raven gasped, trying to recover her breath as she came to a rough stop, practically slamming into the front gate of the mansion. She was a wreck, blood splattered across her arms in the blonde form to which she'd grown so accustomed, her hair disheveled and whipping around her face. She'd left in a hurry, to say the least, and her form revealed more of what lay beneath than she cared for. It had been a simple date, a boy she'd been seeing a few weeks, but for some reason it felt right, telling him she was a mutant. His reaction, of course, was less than accepting.
She scrambled with the lock on the gate and made her way up the drive in the dark, opening the front door clumsily and slamming it behind her as she collapsed against it. "Ch-Char-" She stopped, realizing that for him to see her this way was the last thing she wanted. No. She would make it to her room and clean up, wash the blood from her skin, try to shift into a form of herself that concealed the gashes and bruises she knew were forming even as she sat there.
Raven pushed off the door and began the trek upstairs.
