'...Come and share a pot of tea, My home is warm and my friendship's free...'
–If Teacups Could Talk
Disclaimer: Lets just make this clear. I, as me, ChocolateCurlz, do not, repeat, do NOT, own, e.g., have possession of Teen Titans. That's the TEEN TITANS. All clear? Good. While I'm at it, the title of the FS Special, is from the book, 'If Teacups Could Talk: Sharing a Cup of Kindness with Treasured Friends', by Emilie Barnes
AN: This is a TT Special. It's told in view of a teacup, just so the romance is toned down (I was inspired by flyingpiggies madness). It has nothing to do with the story, starts a day after Raven awakes, and is kinda heavy on fluff. I figured that since most of you want some action, and the next lot of chapters won't have a lot of Rav/Rob mush, that'd I'd be a loving, wonderful writer, and gave you guys a quick 'Valentines Special'! Hope you like!
Following Shadows-Special: If Teacups Could Talk
The littlest Teacup yawned, and looked around its settings in wonder. It had finally been taken from the cupboard, and was now sitting on the kitchen table, waiting to be used by the boy who had rescued it from the dark.
He (the boy who had saved him), was poking around, muttering to himself and occasionally throwing things over his shoulder. Finally finding the things he wanted, he set them on the counter opposite, and began cooking. Soon, a smaller, green boy came in, whistling at the other boy's efforts.
"Wow Robin," Said the green boy, "That smells great!" He dipped his finger into an unguarded bowl and licked it. "Yum, chocolate!" He went for more when the boy called Robin stopped him with a wooden spoon. "Don't touch it Beast Boy," He warned. "It's for the cake I'm making Raven"
"Raven?" The green beastly boy asked, the tone in his voice making the Teacup sure that he was either jealous, or mildly upset. "Why are you making Raven a cake?"
"Cause," Said the Robin calmly, stirring the contents of another bowl. "I didn't get to do anything for her for Valentines yesterday"
The little green boy frowned. "Dude, Raven wasn't awake yesterday"
"So?"
"Why are you doing this?"
The boy named after the bird sighed. "Because Raven is our friend, and she's been through a lot lately. I wanted to show her that we care"
"How does this show, we care? It shows how you care, but not, us" Stated the beastly boy. He has a point, the Teacup reasoned. Humans were so easy to read, all one had to do was watch their faces, and listen to their voices, and any appliance would be able to understand them.
Birdie Boy ignored him, buttering some sandwiches. "Go away Beast Boy, I've got to have this done by three"
The green beastie huffed and puffed, but only stormed off. Robin just shook his head, and carried on with his preparations.
Placing the sandwiches on a pretty plate (Watercress, so the teacup guessed. Quite appropriate for afternoon tea) about an hour later, the Birdie Boy lifted the Teacup and one of his brothers onto a tray, leaving them with the plate of sandwiches, a dish of petite-fours, a bowl of sliced peaches, and the teapot.
Going to the cooling rack where he had placed the cake some time before, he lifted it onto a platter, and began to layer on the frosting, adding sugared violets in the center for a pleasant touch.
Watching the strange child put so much effort into the supposed afternoon snack, it occurred to the Teacup that maybe the Raven meant a lot to Birdie Boy.
Placing the cake on the tray, Robin picked it up, and set off down the hall.
They had just walked out of the kitchen when a tall, pretty, orange skinned girl with flowing red hair bounced up to them.
"Robin!" She laughed delightedly, "Did you make these wonderful treats? Who are they for? Oh, they look most delicious!"
The Birdie tried to skirt around the pretty girl, but she kept on asking him questions. Once, long ago, the Teacup remembered being at a very proper affair. There had been many guests, but it had been the lady who owned the set, the one who drank out of him, who had been the most beautiful one. She had been a small, delicate lady, with soft lavender hair that tumbled down in curls, and sad violet eyes. There had been a girl with her, a little quiet one, who looked much like her. He had been enraptured in them both, and was sad when the party was over. For many years now, the Teacup had been waiting to see the woman and the girl again, always sitting, knowing that one day he'd would.
"This is for Raven, Star" The Robin boy said. Blinking in a confused way, the Star girl meekly uttered "Oh," and flew off.
She's upset, the Teacup mused. Maybe the girl had feelings for the boy, and was sad that he did not return them.
Birdie Boy sighed despondently then continued on.
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Opening a wide, smooth door, the Robin entered a white, calm feeling room. He walked over to a bed, placing the tray on the table provided, and smiled at the girl in it.
The Teacup gasped. It was her! The little girl at the party! He was so happy, that he began to shake.
The girl he remembered looked down at the tray in concern. "Why is the tray rattling?"
Birdie Boy also looked down. "I don't know" Calming itself, the rattling soon stopped. "How strange" Commented the Robin.
Looking over the small feast that had been prepared, Raven (or so the teacup guessed she was), glanced up at the Robin in doubt. "You didn't have to go to all this trouble," She muttered.
Birdie Boy shook his head, taking a seat beside her bed. "It wasn't, not for a friend" He smiled warmly at her, and she looked down, the Teacup seeing a faint blush spread over her cheeks.
They like eachother! Cried the Teacup gleefully. They like eachother! They do, they do, they do!
"Do want some tea?" Asked the Robin. Lifting the teapot he said, "It's rose"
Blackbird nodded, and soon the Teacup was full of warm, scented tea. Picking him up, Birdie Boy passed him to the Raven, their fingers brushing, painting blushes on both their faces.
This is it! The Teacup thought excitedly. Soon they'll have tea parties all the time!
Taking a slip, Raven gave Birdie Boy a small smile. "I don't drink rose that much," She commented. "It was my mother's brand, not mine"
The Teacup sighed in rapture, remembering her beautiful mother. She had been so nice...like sunshine...Glancing up at the Raven, it occurred to him that this one was more, moonlight.
"Don't you like it?" Birdie Boy asked worriedly.
"No, it's fine"
Soon they were chatting lightly, enjoying the food. "So," The Robin started, "You've never told me about your mother, what is she like?"
"What she was like" Raven corrected. Guilt was written all over Birdie Boy's face and he reached over the tray to hold her hand. "I'm sorry, I didn't know"
The Blackbird shrugged indifferently, "She's as good as" Bitterly she sighed. "If you must know, I never really knew her. Sometimes she'd come to the temple, but we never bonded"
The Robin nodded in understanding, as the Teacup tried to think happy thoughts, upset that the pretty lady he remembered was so disliked by her little girl. "I never really had long with mine" Birdie Boy said, taking his time. Picking up a pastry and toying with the topping, he looked anywhere but the Raven. "They were killed by some psycho who thought it'd be fun to play with guns" His grip on the pastry tightened, squeezing it completely.
Raven, whose hand was under Birdie Boy's, gave it a light squeeze, and by the looks on both their faces, it was a surprising move.
"Want some cake?" The Robin asked hastily, as the dark girl pulled her hand away. She muttered something that he and the Teacup took as a yes.
Passing her a slice, he cleared his throat. Fiddling with his spoon, the Teacup could see that he was going to say something...entertaining.
"Raven, when you...what I'm trying to say is, that when Jinx had cursed you, and you were...I, I, I-"
"You don't have to say it Robin," She interrupted softly. Birdie Boy's face became even redder. "Yeah, well I just thought, you might...yeah" He stopped, as the Teacup laughed hysterically. Silly human! Couldn't he just say how much he loved her?
Still giggling, the Teacup peeked up at Blackbird, who's expression was even more amusing. Concentrating really hard on her piece of cake, she continued looking down.
Soon they were finished, and the Robin stacked the plates and cups all onto the tray. Standing up he tried to smile, but his embarrassment was obvious.
"I hope you liked it" Even the Teacup could see how awkward Birdie Boy was. About to go, the Raven said, "Thank-you Robin. I...it was very thoughtful" She gave him a real smile, small, but real, and while Birdie Boy was sucking in his breath, the Teacup sighed happily. There was the pretty lady he once knew, right there, in that smile.
The Robin smiled back, forgetting that he had to go and clean up, and the Teacup shirked with happiness. They were in love! They mightn't know it, but it was written all over their faces.
Ahh, the bliss of emotions.
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Later, as he was being washed, the Teacup wondered if they knew how much the other cared. Looking up at the happy face of Birdie Boy, who was whistling, he thought that maybe they did.
After he was dried and placed back in the cupboard, the Teacup yawned, and began to sleep. Soon he was dreaming of tea parties, the two birds sitting side by side, holding hands and smiling as a little girl with her mother's eyes, and her grandmother's grace, drank out of the littlest Teacup in the set.
Disclaimer: Lets just make this clear. I, as me, ChocolateCurlz, do not, repeat, do NOT, own, e.g., have possession of Teen Titans. That's the TEEN TITANS. All clear? Good. While I'm at it, the title of the FS Special, is from the book, 'If Teacups Could Talk: Sharing a Cup of Kindness with Treasured Friends', by Emilie Barnes
AN: This is a TT Special. It's told in view of a teacup, just so the romance is toned down (I was inspired by flyingpiggies madness). It has nothing to do with the story, starts a day after Raven awakes, and is kinda heavy on fluff. I figured that since most of you want some action, and the next lot of chapters won't have a lot of Rav/Rob mush, that'd I'd be a loving, wonderful writer, and gave you guys a quick 'Valentines Special'! Hope you like!
Following Shadows-Special: If Teacups Could Talk
The littlest Teacup yawned, and looked around its settings in wonder. It had finally been taken from the cupboard, and was now sitting on the kitchen table, waiting to be used by the boy who had rescued it from the dark.
He (the boy who had saved him), was poking around, muttering to himself and occasionally throwing things over his shoulder. Finally finding the things he wanted, he set them on the counter opposite, and began cooking. Soon, a smaller, green boy came in, whistling at the other boy's efforts.
"Wow Robin," Said the green boy, "That smells great!" He dipped his finger into an unguarded bowl and licked it. "Yum, chocolate!" He went for more when the boy called Robin stopped him with a wooden spoon. "Don't touch it Beast Boy," He warned. "It's for the cake I'm making Raven"
"Raven?" The green beastly boy asked, the tone in his voice making the Teacup sure that he was either jealous, or mildly upset. "Why are you making Raven a cake?"
"Cause," Said the Robin calmly, stirring the contents of another bowl. "I didn't get to do anything for her for Valentines yesterday"
The little green boy frowned. "Dude, Raven wasn't awake yesterday"
"So?"
"Why are you doing this?"
The boy named after the bird sighed. "Because Raven is our friend, and she's been through a lot lately. I wanted to show her that we care"
"How does this show, we care? It shows how you care, but not, us" Stated the beastly boy. He has a point, the Teacup reasoned. Humans were so easy to read, all one had to do was watch their faces, and listen to their voices, and any appliance would be able to understand them.
Birdie Boy ignored him, buttering some sandwiches. "Go away Beast Boy, I've got to have this done by three"
The green beastie huffed and puffed, but only stormed off. Robin just shook his head, and carried on with his preparations.
Placing the sandwiches on a pretty plate (Watercress, so the teacup guessed. Quite appropriate for afternoon tea) about an hour later, the Birdie Boy lifted the Teacup and one of his brothers onto a tray, leaving them with the plate of sandwiches, a dish of petite-fours, a bowl of sliced peaches, and the teapot.
Going to the cooling rack where he had placed the cake some time before, he lifted it onto a platter, and began to layer on the frosting, adding sugared violets in the center for a pleasant touch.
Watching the strange child put so much effort into the supposed afternoon snack, it occurred to the Teacup that maybe the Raven meant a lot to Birdie Boy.
Placing the cake on the tray, Robin picked it up, and set off down the hall.
They had just walked out of the kitchen when a tall, pretty, orange skinned girl with flowing red hair bounced up to them.
"Robin!" She laughed delightedly, "Did you make these wonderful treats? Who are they for? Oh, they look most delicious!"
The Birdie tried to skirt around the pretty girl, but she kept on asking him questions. Once, long ago, the Teacup remembered being at a very proper affair. There had been many guests, but it had been the lady who owned the set, the one who drank out of him, who had been the most beautiful one. She had been a small, delicate lady, with soft lavender hair that tumbled down in curls, and sad violet eyes. There had been a girl with her, a little quiet one, who looked much like her. He had been enraptured in them both, and was sad when the party was over. For many years now, the Teacup had been waiting to see the woman and the girl again, always sitting, knowing that one day he'd would.
"This is for Raven, Star" The Robin boy said. Blinking in a confused way, the Star girl meekly uttered "Oh," and flew off.
She's upset, the Teacup mused. Maybe the girl had feelings for the boy, and was sad that he did not return them.
Birdie Boy sighed despondently then continued on.
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Opening a wide, smooth door, the Robin entered a white, calm feeling room. He walked over to a bed, placing the tray on the table provided, and smiled at the girl in it.
The Teacup gasped. It was her! The little girl at the party! He was so happy, that he began to shake.
The girl he remembered looked down at the tray in concern. "Why is the tray rattling?"
Birdie Boy also looked down. "I don't know" Calming itself, the rattling soon stopped. "How strange" Commented the Robin.
Looking over the small feast that had been prepared, Raven (or so the teacup guessed she was), glanced up at the Robin in doubt. "You didn't have to go to all this trouble," She muttered.
Birdie Boy shook his head, taking a seat beside her bed. "It wasn't, not for a friend" He smiled warmly at her, and she looked down, the Teacup seeing a faint blush spread over her cheeks.
They like eachother! Cried the Teacup gleefully. They like eachother! They do, they do, they do!
"Do want some tea?" Asked the Robin. Lifting the teapot he said, "It's rose"
Blackbird nodded, and soon the Teacup was full of warm, scented tea. Picking him up, Birdie Boy passed him to the Raven, their fingers brushing, painting blushes on both their faces.
This is it! The Teacup thought excitedly. Soon they'll have tea parties all the time!
Taking a slip, Raven gave Birdie Boy a small smile. "I don't drink rose that much," She commented. "It was my mother's brand, not mine"
The Teacup sighed in rapture, remembering her beautiful mother. She had been so nice...like sunshine...Glancing up at the Raven, it occurred to him that this one was more, moonlight.
"Don't you like it?" Birdie Boy asked worriedly.
"No, it's fine"
Soon they were chatting lightly, enjoying the food. "So," The Robin started, "You've never told me about your mother, what is she like?"
"What she was like" Raven corrected. Guilt was written all over Birdie Boy's face and he reached over the tray to hold her hand. "I'm sorry, I didn't know"
The Blackbird shrugged indifferently, "She's as good as" Bitterly she sighed. "If you must know, I never really knew her. Sometimes she'd come to the temple, but we never bonded"
The Robin nodded in understanding, as the Teacup tried to think happy thoughts, upset that the pretty lady he remembered was so disliked by her little girl. "I never really had long with mine" Birdie Boy said, taking his time. Picking up a pastry and toying with the topping, he looked anywhere but the Raven. "They were killed by some psycho who thought it'd be fun to play with guns" His grip on the pastry tightened, squeezing it completely.
Raven, whose hand was under Birdie Boy's, gave it a light squeeze, and by the looks on both their faces, it was a surprising move.
"Want some cake?" The Robin asked hastily, as the dark girl pulled her hand away. She muttered something that he and the Teacup took as a yes.
Passing her a slice, he cleared his throat. Fiddling with his spoon, the Teacup could see that he was going to say something...entertaining.
"Raven, when you...what I'm trying to say is, that when Jinx had cursed you, and you were...I, I, I-"
"You don't have to say it Robin," She interrupted softly. Birdie Boy's face became even redder. "Yeah, well I just thought, you might...yeah" He stopped, as the Teacup laughed hysterically. Silly human! Couldn't he just say how much he loved her?
Still giggling, the Teacup peeked up at Blackbird, who's expression was even more amusing. Concentrating really hard on her piece of cake, she continued looking down.
Soon they were finished, and the Robin stacked the plates and cups all onto the tray. Standing up he tried to smile, but his embarrassment was obvious.
"I hope you liked it" Even the Teacup could see how awkward Birdie Boy was. About to go, the Raven said, "Thank-you Robin. I...it was very thoughtful" She gave him a real smile, small, but real, and while Birdie Boy was sucking in his breath, the Teacup sighed happily. There was the pretty lady he once knew, right there, in that smile.
The Robin smiled back, forgetting that he had to go and clean up, and the Teacup shirked with happiness. They were in love! They mightn't know it, but it was written all over their faces.
Ahh, the bliss of emotions.
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Later, as he was being washed, the Teacup wondered if they knew how much the other cared. Looking up at the happy face of Birdie Boy, who was whistling, he thought that maybe they did.
After he was dried and placed back in the cupboard, the Teacup yawned, and began to sleep. Soon he was dreaming of tea parties, the two birds sitting side by side, holding hands and smiling as a little girl with her mother's eyes, and her grandmother's grace, drank out of the littlest Teacup in the set.