Disclaimer: I do not own the Teen Titans. I only own my characters. I am trying to make this a fic based on the comic book Titans. This is supposed to take place partly in the future and partly in the past, a little after the battle where Trigon was destroyed.
TITANSTITANSTITANSTITANSTITANSTITANSTITANSTITANS
The painted angel's blue eyes, dulled by the darkness, gazed out over the dim room. The violet walls glimmered with intricate designs wrought in silver paint that halted only to give the angel room. Woven also into the pattern were various runes and magical symbols. The plush, heavy curtains at the windows were a dusty wine color, flanked on both sides by bookcases overflowing with think, thin, and medium volumes alike.
Beneath the window was a small alter, on which a few candles sat, the one in front definitely used the most, judging by the amount of wax drops that had dribbled down the once-tall cylinder. An old black armchair stood in the corner, a small table beside it, upon which was a lamp and an open book. A dresser made of ebony was against the room's west wall. On the top lay a mess of items: a small, silver, hand-held computer detailed in (what else) violet, papers scrawled with strange symbols, an open box of chalk, a few semi-precious crystals and stones, and a few marbles. A cluttered writing desk made of the same wood as the dresser sat across from the bed.
It was a double bed, draped in a lavender coverlet in keeping with the room's shadowy theme. Even the pillowcases were a dark form of purple. The only thing in the room not some shade of violet or black was the battered, faded green teddy bear that graced the top of the pillows. Its fur was matted and short, and its nose was worn smooth from years of rubbing. The aged plaything had evidently been well loved.
A sliver of light appeared on the angel's face as the door opened to admit the room's owner, then disappear as she closed it. There was a brief silence, then a muffled thump as the individual flopped down on the bed. A moment later, someone mumbled "igniculus" and the foremost candle on the alter lit, casting flickering light about the room.
By this small but apparently sufficient flame, the owner of the room could be seen. She lay on her back upon the bed, her shoulder-length, wavy black hair fanned out behind her. She was young, her face unlined and unwrinkled. Her cheekbones were high and so was her forehead. Her ears, though mostly hidden by her hair, had a faint but still noticeable point. She was slender and delicate-looking. Her eyes were closed and there was a frown on her face as she slowly inhaled and exhaled in rhythm.
At last, when the frown upon the teenager's face diminished a little, she opened her amethyst-colored eyes and levered herself off the bed. The mural of the angel with dark hair much like her own and open arms above the teenager's bed held her gaze for a moment, making her angry eyes soften a bit. The girl then slowly walked over to her alter and sat down in front of it. She arranged herself into the lotus position with her hands palm up on her knees and closed her eyes. She again began to breathe in rhythm, her cross expression soon becoming serene. Karis Arella Logan sunk deeply into meditation, and did not emerge from her bedroom until it was well past sunset.
TITANSTITANSTITANSTITANSTITANSTITANSTITANSTITANS
I would really appreciate some constructive criticism. Ineed help when it comes to the voice of the original comic bookTitans. I have trouble making what I write sound like something they would say. If you have any advice, I would be happy to hear it.I know, I know, I got into a lot of detail, but I wanted you to be able to visualize the room. If it makes the story seem tedious to you, feel free to tell me. I accept do accept flames. Peace and Oreos, Onyx.