These are drabbles written about 2 years ago for a livejournal community. They all focus on Raven each chapter has 5 100 word drabbles. Please read and reveiw!
Drabble 1 Love:
Raven sighed as she sat on her bed, watching the quickly receding sun sink behind the lake of Jump city. It just wasn't fair. She had all her emotions right in her head, she could talk to them is she wanted, but she was incapable of the only emotion that mattered. Love. She tried her best to be happy for Robin and Starefire; they were her family and deserved their happiness. But she just couldn't be, not knowing that she could never experience that feeling. Well, no one said life was fair, her father taught her that and nothing else.
Drabble 2 Hate:
…Her father. Now she could most definitely feel the emotion he sparked. She hated nothing else with such a fury. She hated herself when she was younger for even being a part of him, for being his child. And the worst part was that he didn't hate her back. He just saw her as an annoyance, or he used to. Her father was dead now, and hate him she may have, she hated herself for killing him. Crying she tried to shut out Hate who was screaming in her head at her and her father (well, his memory at least).
Drabble 3 Rose:
"Come friend Raven! Smell the roses!" Raven opened one eye to see Starfire, garden gloves and all holding bunches of roses in front of Raven's sleepy face. Raven pointed to the door with a glare, the only warning that Starfire should not be in her room uninvited. "Oops! I am sorry Raven. Here I will leave the roses for you to enjoy! Robin had mentioned something about weeding..." She wandered out of the room wondering aloud about weed killer as Raven look at the roses for the first time. She smiled when she saw they were black roses, her favorite.
Drabble 4 Ring:
"My mother's." Raven answered Beast Boy's questioning glance, staring at her finger. Silver with a jewel darker purple than anything Beast Boy had ever seen on any planet, it was beautiful. It was also the only thing of Raven's mother that she had. Her people, believing her a demon, had ripped her from her mother when she was barely 11, sobbing her mother had shoved the ring onto her, unable to speak. It was her sign of hope and the last time Raven felt loved. Now exactly three years later, she wore it with the desperate hope of returning love.
Drabble 5 Blue:
The blue water was inviting and no one else was there so Raven carefully slipped her boots and cloak off letting the waves tickle her feet. Unconsciously her hands followed the blue veins on her leg that blended into blue scars, easily seen against the bright light shining against her pale legs. She frowned, as she looked checking no one else around. They were all old but the pale blue of the scars with her skin made her feel half proud half horrified. She sighed and turned her attention back on the lake figuring it a better use of energy.