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Blue

Her usual color, a shade of midnight blue that became black in the darkness but was deep and rich in light. It reflected who she was as a person very well. Dark, moody, depressing, but blue was not only those things.

There were many things that blue was. Impassioned, but contained. Calm. But not emotionless. Soft and quiet. Classy, elegant. In almost all senses of the word, Raven was blue. Maybe that was why she liked to wear the color so much.

Yet perhaps that was not entirely true either. There were, after all, many shades of blue.

Like azure. Shining, the color of brilliant gems sparkling in tempered seas of shallow coral. A dazzling aquamarine. That, Raven was not. She was always the one described as dark, never the center of attention, always seeking to be left alone, to be not looked at, not thought of. Raven was never the one described as radiant, with good reason. She didn't want to be.

Sapphire, a more subdued jewel, perhaps that was slightly more fitting. She certainly had a sense of "allure" about her; mysterious and introverted, she attracted others that way, enthralling with the depth and complexity of her personality.

Cerulean, a lighter shade, almost reminiscent of oceans of ice, faintly blue, like dyed water frozen. A good, but superficial description. She was cold, seemingly emotionless, seemingly uncaring. But she actually wasn't. She was an empath, for God's sake. Her icy visage was merely a facade, one to mask her own doubts and insecurities. Cerulean, she was, but hated.

Indigo. The color she wore. A classic blue, only a shade darker. Raven liked dark colors. Was that anything surprising?

Navy. A little less purple than indigo, but sometimes yet darker. The color of some jeans. Comfortable. At least, she thought so. What was there not to like about it?

Cyan. Turquoise. A gaudy shade of blue-green that seemed absurd to call blue. But they were. Obnoxious colors to her. Too bright, ugly tone, superficial, gilded. What was good about them? Azure, she could respect though she was not. It held a certain luster to it that was breathtakingly beautiful. Indigo and navy, she understood well and liked. Deep, brooding, mysterious. As she knew she must have appeared to be. Cyan and turquoise? Bright, but not lustrous, solid colors with no depth to them. No appeal. At least not to her.

Gentian. A flower with the shade of the purest blue. The blue that whenever someone spoke of the color, everyone's first thought was that shade of 'blue'. Sure, it was just the classic color, perhaps overused, but she thought it was fine. Although calling her a flower? That seemed a bit much. Raven never bloomed. She just didn't do the whole opening up, becoming a leader, socially adept type of thing - although she was quite socially knowledgeable: that came with being an empath; once you knew everyone's feelings, it was easy to work with them if you wanted to. Only, she didn't really feel the need for interacting with other people. So she never bloomed. Well, maybe never was a bad word. Sometimes... okay, rarely... she did have her moments. Maybe she was just one of those flowers that seldom blossomed, but typically when they did, they were amongst the most breathtaking.

Nope. Too cliché. She changed her mind. Raven was not breathtaking or beautiful in the normal sense. She didn't have a problem with admitting it either. It just wasn't who she was. But she was elegant in her own way. Not like an aristocrat or anything, but she was the girl that always seemed to be untouchable, like she was above everyone else. Like the type that nobody messed with because she just seemed like she shouldn't be - although Beast Boy had decidedly not gotten that feeling from her - the one that you always spoke to courteously and treated kindly.

And then called her a witch behind her back.

Yes, Raven knew that there were many people who thought she was too different, like some demon-like gothic chick... okay, maybe she was... and they thought of her unkindly because of it.

There was a lot more to a flower than met the eye. Not merely a bunch of pretty petals. A flower was both male and female, stigma and pistil, males bearing the life transferring pollen portion and females hidden within, stigma, style, then in the very center, the precious, and very delicate ovary. Only when together, was the flower whole and could it blossom again in the future. Unless there were other flowers around to pollinate it.

Raven was decidedly male in appearance. No, not physical appearance, but she seemed very "guy-like," in some regards. Reticent, harsh at times, never smiled, sarcastic, witty, strong willed... and inside she was very much "girl-like." Sensitive. Often distraught, both depressing and depressed, moody, grudging. Okay, maybe those were just classic gender roles. Maybe people were a combination of both of those things, and many from both genders.

But there she was. With both her "male" and "female" parts. Without one or the other, she would not function properly, unless there was someone to support her. She had experienced it before, after all. The female part was not simply going to go away in her case, and so it had been the male part that had been fractured. Malchior, she remembered, had stripped her stony exterior and revealed her inner self. And then he had betrayed her and she thought that she might have killed herself, but luckily someone - the someone she had least expected - had been there to help. So that she might blossom again one day.

So maybe she was gentian - the blue flower.

Now that she thought of it, she was a lot of maybes. That was why blue fit her so well. The color itself was a bunch of maybes. It was uncertainty, which was admittedly not always good, but ambiguity also represented choice, and as someone whose very life was already decided to be a portal for a demon lord, choice was a very appealing freedom to her.

Blue. Choice. Freedom. Raven decided that was why she liked blue so much.