AN: Hey everybody, I know what is she doing starting another story heh. Well this one got lodged into my mind and since I'm on vacation that means I have time to write yah! So yeah we've all seen this scenario about a billion times so I figged it was time I put my spin on it. I'm Quat (aka Cat) and enjoy:
Disclaimer: I don't own them sighs but I do own a set of dress blues so life is a little better.
Obsidian Gale
The days had grown long as winter drew nearer, the sky would be blotted out with milky grey clouds soon. But in the span between autumn's peak and winter's fall was a time never forgotten. It would be silly to think the mountains themselves would remember such things as these but in the midst of our glorious love it seemed as though all eternity would remember us.
The autumn day dawned swelteringly hot (AN: Think TN in the summer lol) and stagnant in a true remnant of summer form. The sky had burst forth with color light years before the rest of the world was willing to rise from comfortable beds and icy cold rooms. Raven slipped out into the quiet that the tower afforded her in the early mornings. She padded down the halls silent as a shadow towards the kitchen.
She was already dressed in her uniform for the day. Contrary to popular belief by beast boy she did have more than one uniform. She snickered to herself at the knowledge of just what else was in that closet of hers. Letting the smile linger that no one was bound to see at the crack of dawn she was finally in the kitchen. The sky had just begun to lighten from its obsidian prison to a glorious morning.
She bustled about the kitchen reaching for a teapot that she filled nearly to the brim with water. A quick walk to the stove where it would reside till nicely hot was next on her list. In her slight laziness she levitated a large mug and a box of tea. The honey that accompanied her tea would come last. The tea like her so often needed time to become acquainted with the water before giving off its most luxurious smells to the atmosphere around it.
The water was boiling just as the sun finished peaking over the horizon with its delicate pinks and hues of brilliant orange. The water was poured into the large mug and topped off with a tea bag to sit and settle for just a little while. This was one step Raven was adamant about not hurrying along. One could never hurry it along and expect the tea to taste as magnificent as it could have when allowed to stew by itself devoid of magical help.
Caught up in her own thoughts she swayed back and forth in the air conditioned kitchen humming to herself under her breath. She never heard the entrance of another party. Robin was up earlier than usual and had opted to train rather vigorously before the rest of the team came up for air from their hibernations from the heat. He watched her with a smirk littering his face.
He could breathe in the scent of her tea that lingered on her skin for longer than she might have ever guessed. She seemed to be nearly finished with her slight prancing to a music only they could hear. He couldn't resist the temptation and gave into it brilliantly. He clapped a loud and harsh sound shattering the semi silence of the dawn. Raven spun on her heel half startled to find Robin clapping at her. It took but an instant to piece together the possibilities and decide upon the most likely one.
She was cool and calm and ever distant that he could give her his praise for, "Good morning Robin," was all he was graced with before the tea, honey and herself disappeared into the ground in a sea of black. He spoke softly to the now empty room,"Good morning to you to raven."
He bustled about the kitchen making a hasty breakfast so he could return as soon as possible to his training. He laughed at her slight aggravation at him for sneaking up on her. He so often did that just to see her frustration. Shaking his flustered head he scarfed down something resembling breakfast and headed out of the kitchen now bathed in the light of the dawn with an ever present smirk.
In the darkness of her enclosed prison often spoken of as a bedroom Raven sat mulling. She hated it when he did that and yet she adored it in the same breath. She often wondered if she confounded him nearly as much as he did her. Levitating the now empty mug over to the cherry desk near her bed she laid back on the cushions of her divan.
The entire room seemed to be an ode to her name and all it was predispositioned to having. But lying beneath cover after cover of harsh blacks and purples lay a single blanket. She had seen Robin's eyes but once for a half second during a battle. They had been the most beautiful stone blue she had ever seen. So to honor the memory in her heart she had bought a blanket exactly resembling his eyes. It was the last blanket that laid upon her when she slept.
The sentiment was not lost on Raven nearly as much as everyone would have loved to believe. Hours later she emerged from a deep meditation when her mind observed the incessant beeping of her com link near her bed. Shifting her weight slightly and not bothering to open an eye she pressed the button on the com link attached to the wall. Cyborg's voice floated across asking her about some trivial thing. She answered no without truly giving it much thought. Sinking back into the meditation with ease she forgot the conversation almost instantly.
Floors above her the rest of the team was assembled and fighting over what movie to go and see on such a hot day. Robin was thoroughly out of the argument as he had opted to stay with tower and raven rather than venturing out into the scalding heat of the afternoon in the city. Shaking his head he watched the rest of the team fight animatedly after several minutes and smacks across a choice few people's noggins they had agreed.
Beast boy left a comment stuck in Robin's head as they parted to go enjoy their frolicking. "You two sure are a bird of a kind eh," For such a silly comment it seemed to take an unnatural sticking to Robin's heart. Shrugging it off he headed to go check on Raven. He would just walk past her door and maybe knock before heading off for further training. He could not in all of his workaholic or best said trainaholic thought process not possibly pass up the opportunity given him. He could not pass up the opportunity to train further while he was in a state of pseudo aloofness.
Stalking softly across the plush carpet just outside Raven's door Robin stopped for just a moment to listen to the silence they both so dearly loved. The silence however was shattered into a billion crystal pieces as screams tore from inside the room ripped with fear and desperation. Plunging into the unknown of the room Robin opened the door…
AN: I repeat review and I'll do a spanky with a rifle, don't and you might become target practice….lol jk….