I was making another songfic. I received an inspiration, but then it couldn't continue on and I couldn't get it to arrive at the song nice enough and so that was sitting in my Doc Manager now. Then the next day I tried again after another inspiration, but the beginning kinda expanded and never got to match the start of the song with the oneshot early enough, and so I decided to finish it as a normal oneshot instead and voila!
One night, in Jump City, Beast Boy of the Teen Titans had a nightmare that abruptly woke him up in between dusk and dawn.
It was about the love of his life. The love he lost, so basically the part of his life that resulted in him being extremely vulnerable since its disappearance.
It was about Terra.
To say he was bewildered and driven up the wall with the downpour dream would be an understatement. He had never been so eager to leave his cozy bed (that would be an overstatement, but the rancid smell did not distract him from the growing nightmarish thoughts). He had to walk around, and since the tower was on top security lock down, he decided to roam around the Main Ops room.
"Azarath, Metrion, Zinthos... Azarath, Metrion, Zinthos..."
Raven hummed her mantra in her meditation position, floating in midair as she continuously recited the three Azarathian words. She was having her nightly emotion management session just so she could wake up in great control of her feelings to start the day without any bad hairs or anger management issues.
"Azarath, Metrion, Zin - Is someone in the tower?"
Raven asked herself so because she felt a surging stampede of vulnerability from outside her room, from one side to the other, before fading and eventually un-feel-able.
She had no clue how a burglar was able to enter the tower without activating any of the security alarms, and especially why the burglar was having so many sad thoughts, so she had every right to be curious. She exited her own room and used her empathy to trail the 'burglar'.
Beast Boy arrived in the room and planned to roam around in, only to feel too demotivated to do it anyway.
That nightmare of Terra brought out the sadness in Beast Boy he had always loathed, always dreaded, and often received. In the form of loss of parents, loss of childhood, loss of control, loss of love. He was an absolute-zero failure.
He decided, almost inevitably and absentmindedly, to take a spot on the couch, which for some reason that night he did not feel comfortable sitting on.
He knew he had to move on from Terra, and he was making progress, but that one dream just brought it all back to square one.
Beast Boy heaved a barely audible sigh.
"Who's there?"
The sudden question from behind made Beast Boy turned his head around, and there he saw Raven.
"Oh, it's just you," Raven said, half-thankful that it wasn't a burglar, and half-ungrateful that it was Beast Boy.
"Hey, Raven," Beast Boy quietly greeted. He turned back to look out the window so that Raven wouldn't be depressed at the sight of his miserable face. That was, if Raven wasn't already completely depressed. "What brings you here?"
"I sensed some powerful vulnerable emotion from outside my room during my night meditation and had to check it out," Raven answered. But she couldn't find sense in what she had said compared to the actual situation. If she didn't know better, seeing Beast Boy alone in the room meant that he was the one expressing vulnerability.
"But why are you feeling vulnerable?" Raven couldn't help but ask.
"Nah, I'd rather not tell," Beast Boy instantly replied. He didn't want any external help, even if it was from his best friends. It was his own personal problem. Terra did not concern the others so much anymore.
"If you don't tell me, Beast Boy, it will greatly irritate me as I can feel it. It's distracting. If you let it out, it wouldn't be so."
Beast Boy sighed, wondering if what Raven said was correct. How often was Raven wrong? But what he would've told her would probably make Raven just regret putting herself into the role of the love adviser.
"Okay, Raven," Beast Boy said, beckoning for Raven to sit beside him. Raven did not completely like to be told where to sit, but that was her own cynical self, she needed to help her friend for the moment.
Her crush, in fact.
Raven was actually wishing Beast Boy was being troubled by her, in a good, 'can't get her out of my mind' kind of way.
"It's about Terra," Beast Boy begun, and Raven's heart sank a bit. She knew, but she hoped for someone else. After all, the moment was perfect. There was the serene night scene, the moon like a spotlight on their honeymoon-like situation. There was no one else in sight. The talk felt heartfelt...
"It's been months, Beast Boy," Raven told him. "But I understand."
Beast Boy raised an eyebrow and looked at Raven. He never doubted Raven was compassionate. She is very empathetic, after all. But he never thought she was that compassionate. He was thinking that Raven was referring to Malchior.
"I still dread my... not my... Trigon, even after his defeat," she clarified.
"Oh," Beast Boy looked back at the night scene. It sure was peaceful and romantic.
"We can move on from them together, Beast Boy," Raven assured him.
Beast Boy sighed and said, "But Trigon's not alive anymore. Terra... is. She just doesn't know it. I think."
"Please, Beast Boy," Raven urged, as if begging. Beast Boy seldom heard Raven speak in such a tone, so he had to believe her sincerity.
"You promise?" he asked, lifting a pinky.
"What are you doing?" Raven asked, staring inquisitively at the raised finger.
"Pinky promise."
"Oh..." Raven thought it was childish, but it was Beast Boy. But this act was different; it seemed more serious.
"I don't do this kind of stuff..." Raven said in an unsure tone.
Beast Boy stifled a chuckle before taking one of Raven's one hand, and raising her littlest, thinnest, most delicate finger for her.
This made Raven blush a bit, so she used her free hand to pull up her cloak.
"We do it like this," Beast Boy said, before demonstrating the pinky promise. Though Raven could not feel his real skin of his hand brushed against hers, his gloves were good enough. She felt the warmth, the sturdiness, that one finger tightly holding on to her petite one. It was like a childhood memory she never had, and she guessed her never had either.
"Now do you promise?" Beast Boy asked again.
Raven looked up and smiled at the handsome boy in front of her and replied, "Pinky promise."