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He was there.
He shouldn't be, but he was. He was leaning against the end of her mattress, arms crossed and head down. It seemed as if he had just came out of the shower, seeing as (and she blushed at this) he was clad in a simple knee-length towel around his waist. Water droplets shined in the moonlight - in the same way it did when he cooked in the mornings- and studded his green skin and hair. Her startled exclamation of his name brought a smirk upon his shadowed face.
"Not quite." He chuckled in a deep and raucous voice, lifting his head to show her his half-lidded eyes.
"No." She gasped quietly in response, more out of terrified shock than surprise. "Those eyes..." Her thoughts trailed off as she looked on.
From afar, no one would notice a difference between the original changeling and this imposter; however, up close, iris very obvious and disturbing. His eyes were not the light green that Raven was used to. They were a very violent violet. The purple in it was so many shades it was too many to be normal. His irises had a dark violet base with swirling lashes of light magenta literally revolving around. They seemed to be sprouting from a deep place in the fog of the background violet, making it look as if the evil had no beginning or end.
"What are you?" She whispered.
At her question, he pushed himself off the edge of the bed and uncrossed his arms as he slowly made his way toward her. She tried to step back, but she was trapped. He seemed to gleam a feral glow in the moonlight, and the intensity of it all had her glued to the spot. His eyes-the same orbs that were once limitless - seemed almost bursting with a lecherous flare that kept her own pools of violet captivated. He didn't stop until he was nearly flush against her. His scent was faint despite the fact that he still had signs of a fresh shower on him.
"Thin." All she could do as he leans in, slowly inhaling a deep dish of her scent. "So very thin."
He watches Raven close her eyes and the smirk quirks higher on his face. He yanks her out if her lustful stupor with his chuckle, her eyes opening again. Raven's face contorts into disgust, and she pushes the doppelgänger away. It seemed, however, that she could never touch him, and he is halfway between the half -demon and her bed.
"What do you want from me?" She yelled, not caring if any of the Titans heard her.
The imposter - such a desirable, delicious eye-candy of an imposter- placed his callous hands over the notch that tied his towel and kept direct eye contact with Raven. The light magenta lashes shined at her widening orbs.
"Only what we want."
His hands ripped off the towel. Raven gasped and looked away, the feelings of a crimson blush charging up her neck. She looked through gaps in her hands over her eyes, expecting to see the green nudity presented to her.
She was alone in her room.
Hours later presented Raven leaving the dark sanctuary of her room and into the living room. She squinted her eyes at the afternoon sun blaring through the wall of windows that overcast end the sea. Her teammates were paused in what they were doing, perplexed by the timing of the naturally early riser.
"Good AFTERNOON, Raven." Cyborg said on his way to the gym, emphasizing the time.
"Yes, it is unusually late for you to be just awakening." Starfire began from her spot in the kitchen. "Even Friend Beast Boy is up. Are you alright Friend Raven?"
She hid the fleeting feeling of high distress at the mentioning of her original problem. "I'm fine, Starfire." she replied while stretching. "I just had a long night."
As she walked past Robin, who was watching the local news on the couch, and Starfire, she could sense the growing anxiety of the team's leader-which was understandable. The last time she had a 'long night', it warned of- as mentioned previously- the destruction of Earth. She put the tea kettle on the heating stove and picked out her usual tea. Eventually she made her tea and immediately retreated back into her room, not saying a word to her fellow teammates.
Starfire looked after the retreating form of her closest female companion until said girl turned the corner into her room. "I am worried about Raven, Fiancé Robin."
At her title of him, he shot off the couch and reached her in a matter of seconds, lowering his voice that caused a blush to appear upon the Tameranian's face. "Not so loud, Star. We don't want them to hear."
He then also looked down the hallway. "But to answer your question; yes. I am worried about her."
"Boyfriend Robin, " she strained. "Why must we keep our engagement a secret? Do you not want our friends to attend the ceremony?"
"I do." He replied, a little nervous. "Trust me, I do. I just want everything finalized before we tell anyone."
Starfire looked back down at her rotten concoction to her husband-to-be. "Okay Robin, we can follow your plan. Just as long as we tell them. "
"Of course, sweetheart."
What is this thing?
She had books located in every corner of her room turned to some random page that may be of relevance to her case. Since the dream she has worked nonstop to try and find out what this thing was and what it might want with her. Closing her curtains, unplugging her one electronic, as even using the lights above her room were all dedicated to her research. "Only what we want." We? Could this thing be one of her fathers messengers and was trying to convince her to do something? That would make sense, if not for the fact that Trigon no longer has a portal to her. That also leaves out the question: why Beast Boy?
She sighed, closed another mystical book about the mythical, and took a large swig of her nearly finished tea. Sh was getting nowhere with this. The closest thing to it is a regale vermis, or a *King Worm. This mythical creature would trick your mind with dream-like illusions, and you would go through fruitless stages of trying to escape while in reality, it drained your life essence. It can go as far as mimicking people. The problem with that is that you had to have seen a small worm in each of the illusions he gave, and she was still alive so her life essence was not completely drained. You also had to destroy the worm by waking yourself up; by turning the puzzles of dreams into a nightmare. Plus, that worm is so huge it would be a wonder how it got in her room, nonetheless fit in it.
She got up from her sitting position on the floors and layer herself on her bed. The words kept echoing in the back of he mind.
"Only what we want." She muttered to herself. She gasped at the realization that she has missed, and began preparing for her journey. Taking her magical mirror out of the secret hiding place, she chanted her mantra in meditation.
It was not long before she entered Nevermor
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