So Susceptible
By: Holly Rose E.
Summary: She hides behind a mask of iron, and withers behind the rust. She had her chance, but she blew it away like a cloud of dust. Is there time for another try?
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Look at me. Do I LOOK like I own such heavenly creations? No, I believe not.
Author's Note: I hope I don't disappoint.
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So Susceptible: Prologue
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Fetid and malicious, the billowing smoke rises above and swirls around, encasing all it's whispering fingers can grasp upon. As she stares hard enough, she can see the form within, the entire entity as it struggles to maintain its life to claim her. The body, lank and horridly disproportionate, writes in agony; the demon's mouth snaps open and close, teeth nonexistent except for its vile perfumed breath. Its eyes, no more than that of a skull, work their way into the ultimate grimace of torture, screaming at her and making her shudder. Yet it disperses, for it has been beaten, this demon of old.
Turning away, Raven floats, the feeling having fled her legs. She knew if she were to risk walking, her legs would collapse beneath her, and she would disintegrate in a flood of her own forbidden tears.
She was in her mind, where else would she come to grieve? Where else would there be demons lurking behind all corners – waiting to attack, to attempt to snatch her very essence from her?
Behind her, her eyes flickering ever so slightly at the sound, an unearthly scream escapes from the clouds, like that of the Banshee that had somehow managed to worm herself into Raven's world.
As she floats, the crows call to her, cawing affectionately and she looks to them, smiling belittling, she has no time for them, no patience.
Before, she would have been content to just sit with them, sing with them, pet them and share with them her tales of the outside world. They were her very first friends after all; they never judged her and never condescended. She looks for the leader, Maligna, whom had been bestowed the gift of changing into a human form for a short amount of time to converse.
Her presence did not seep into Raven's mind, and she sighed tiredly.
Unbidden, an image arises in her mind and forces her to stop where she is. It flashes before her, changing and
_[blood dripping from porcelain tile]_
_[cold green eyes glaring, blaming]_
_[flames capturing the tower]_
_[a group of vixens dancing around a fire, singing]_
making her head ache horribly.
A ball rose in her chest, making her heave, wondering briefly if this is what asthmatics feel, and expanded once in her throat before she coughed harshly where it quickly dissipated. Yet, she could feel it hanging in the air around her now, and she pulled her cloak tighter around her, snuggling deeper into the warmth and comfort.
It was time to go and attempt at apologizing to Beast Boy to the best of her ability.
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Author's End Notes: Hmm. You tell me how it was, please.
Love and Peace
-Holly
By: Holly Rose E.
Summary: She hides behind a mask of iron, and withers behind the rust. She had her chance, but she blew it away like a cloud of dust. Is there time for another try?
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Look at me. Do I LOOK like I own such heavenly creations? No, I believe not.
Author's Note: I hope I don't disappoint.
*****
So Susceptible: Prologue
*****
Fetid and malicious, the billowing smoke rises above and swirls around, encasing all it's whispering fingers can grasp upon. As she stares hard enough, she can see the form within, the entire entity as it struggles to maintain its life to claim her. The body, lank and horridly disproportionate, writes in agony; the demon's mouth snaps open and close, teeth nonexistent except for its vile perfumed breath. Its eyes, no more than that of a skull, work their way into the ultimate grimace of torture, screaming at her and making her shudder. Yet it disperses, for it has been beaten, this demon of old.
Turning away, Raven floats, the feeling having fled her legs. She knew if she were to risk walking, her legs would collapse beneath her, and she would disintegrate in a flood of her own forbidden tears.
She was in her mind, where else would she come to grieve? Where else would there be demons lurking behind all corners – waiting to attack, to attempt to snatch her very essence from her?
Behind her, her eyes flickering ever so slightly at the sound, an unearthly scream escapes from the clouds, like that of the Banshee that had somehow managed to worm herself into Raven's world.
As she floats, the crows call to her, cawing affectionately and she looks to them, smiling belittling, she has no time for them, no patience.
Before, she would have been content to just sit with them, sing with them, pet them and share with them her tales of the outside world. They were her very first friends after all; they never judged her and never condescended. She looks for the leader, Maligna, whom had been bestowed the gift of changing into a human form for a short amount of time to converse.
Her presence did not seep into Raven's mind, and she sighed tiredly.
Unbidden, an image arises in her mind and forces her to stop where she is. It flashes before her, changing and
_[blood dripping from porcelain tile]_
_[cold green eyes glaring, blaming]_
_[flames capturing the tower]_
_[a group of vixens dancing around a fire, singing]_
making her head ache horribly.
A ball rose in her chest, making her heave, wondering briefly if this is what asthmatics feel, and expanded once in her throat before she coughed harshly where it quickly dissipated. Yet, she could feel it hanging in the air around her now, and she pulled her cloak tighter around her, snuggling deeper into the warmth and comfort.
It was time to go and attempt at apologizing to Beast Boy to the best of her ability.
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Author's End Notes: Hmm. You tell me how it was, please.
Love and Peace
-Holly