Hey you guys! I know I ought to be working on Memories right now, but I'm currently brain dead on ideas for that story (any suggestions would be flipping awesome!). This idea has been playing in my head for about a week and I've finally decided what I want to do with it. It started with a dream, actually. This is going to be a two-shot so, heads up! Anywho, as always please review (it gives me all the joys!), favorite, and follow!
The soles of Raven's shoes seemed relentless in their apparent attempt to wear out and ruin the perfectly maintained carpet of their owner's room. A matching silver-white shaded evening gown hung across her shoulders, as if honored to be her dress of choice.
If you had asked any Titan in the tower what Raven thought of attending a masquerade ball, they would have told you that she was dreading it. She had already out-right refused to go and Robin had accepted it, allowing her to stay home. He never even mailed her RSVP to Bruce.
But she had. Raven wanted to go, if only so that she could be someone else for a few hours. For only a few wonderful hours, she could shake her sullen self and see what it was like to be just like the others, who were happily encased in their dome of emotions to which she could never be a part. But tonight, she would crack the dome. No one would be afraid to talk to her, smile at her, laugh with or at her. She would be that relative sort of normal, at least as normal as one of 200 superheros in eveningwear at a masquerade ball could be. If her friends had none, the entire party would have known in minutes that she was not to be approached.
After a deep breath, the empath stepped in front of the full-length mirror that she rarely used. Her lips parted in a small gasp. For the first time in her 19 years of life, she felt beautiful.
The floor-length, a-line dress had a sweetheart neckline and lace straps that met somewhere towards the small of her back. The gorgeous color almost dampened her skin tone, making it loose a large portion of it's grey tint. Most startling, however, was her hair. The long locks had grown to the middle of her back, was coaxed into a wavy, feminine style, and was temporarily dyed black, which would wash out the next morning before any other Titan saw her. The color made her amethyst eyes shimmer like water over a smoothe rock. Other than a thin line of black eyeliner and mascara to showcase her eyes, the enchantress wore no makeup, something she could easily pull off.
She turned and grasped the simple black lace-on black satin mask and situated it over her eyes. She gave the mirror a very sultery un-Rae grin, twirled like an un-Rae girl on prom night in an un-Rae dress with an un-Rae haircut and an un-Rae confident attitude.
No, tonight, she was not Raven. She was Rowena Roth*, and Rowena Roth would shine brighter than Raven ever could.
So, I sincerely hope that you enjoyed this chapter and the next one should actually be up later today! Thank you so super much for taking the time to read it! You are such a cool cat!
*I am aware that Raven's real name is Rachael Roth in the comics, but I don't think it really fits her, so I went with Rowena. I for one think it suits her much better:)