I don't know the godliness that is Teen Titans! With that being said, I wrote this in probably ten minutes, max. I was in a mood for describing.
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"I believe it is customary to wear a dead plant?"

The sweet sound waves traveled to my ear lobes and entered my mind, causing me to shudder in response. I turned in such a way that I thought I would be facing the utmost troll of my dreams, surveying my every move and forcing me to kiss her sour lips.

However I had laid my eyes upon something so different that my mouth opened in astonishment. There was Starfire, holding herself in a dominatrix pose with her soft eyelids resting in a seductive way. Her cheeks were flushed but healthy, her peach lips curving up towards green eyes that I have come to adore. With her shoulders thrown back, tipping down ever so slightly, you can follow her pure, tan skin to her fingertips, which are holding a delicate blossom.

I glance at her ruby hair, which at first glance appears as though it always has been. But if one were to take a closer look, you can note the strokes of sheer shine, illuminated by the dim hanging bulbs of light above the two of us. Her trestles are outlined with clarity in the sun's reflective rays, bouncing off of the man in the moon that can be seen from all places on Earth.

Starfire looks different this evening. She is modeling a magenta dress, her collar bone located inward from the glittering thick straps next to her pastel gloves. The sequins on her gown are sewn so precisely that they remind me of a mermaid's tail, glittering and splashing through the deep blue sea.

I have seen you before, Starfire. You are always beautiful in my eyes. You are beautiful when there are tears perched dangerously upon your lower eyelids, eventually rolling off to your cheeks and then to a white tissue that purifies your grief. You are beautiful when you are smiling, your grin lighting up a room and your hair flowing in all of the directions on a compass rose as though you will never be happy again. You are beautiful when you are angry, your eyes of wonder rising into a sort of green flame that continues to heat up into a weapon of mass destruction.

But to this day I firmly believe I have never seen anything more beautiful than you in your simple pink dress with a simple pink flower in your hand.