🍕Teen Titans🍕

She settled on calling them “episodes”, as she could never really find an appropriate word to accurately describe them. Night terrors? A breakdown? A crisis? How does one put a single word to the experience of all the powers of hell crawling right underneath your skin, threatening to bleed out from your very pores? How can you even describe the sensation of your inner dark demons searing your very soul?

There was really no good way for her to predict when they’d consume her. She had been able to go months without a single incident, then she would suddenly be slammed with four in one week. On good days, they could last merely minutes. On bad days, she could suffer for hours.

Raven was typically able to force them down and snuff them out. If the hot tingling of an episode crept in her veins, she was usually able to ignore it and go about her daily business. But sometimes, they were absolutely paralyzing.

Damian had found her late that evening, hunched in the darkness of her room, speaking tongues to herself. The striking red glow of the symbols etched into her skin was more than an indicator that this was going to be a terribly long night. Raven had tears streaking down her face, her eyes puffy and reddened. As he stepped closer, pleading arms reached out for him. Without hesitation, Damian embraced her, pulling her close to his form. He held onto her tightly, burying his face into her hair.

“How long?” he asked quietly.

“I don’t know,” her voice was laced with foreign whispers that accompanied her own.

He noticed the redness that stained her fingers, looking as though they had been dipped in blood. His face hardened. She hadn’t had an episode this bad in a very long time…

Raven trembled, unable to control herself, as she tried to settle into the comfort of Damian’s protective hold. Though he couldn’t stop the blistering heat that ate at her slowly, she found great relief in his grasp.

“Damian…please, stay with me…”