I love this, I know it could be better and more descriptive. But I do love this. Enjoy...
Artist
"So you're an artist huh?" They were bound to discover it sooner or later. He just wished it had been later. After all they'd never understand.
He may not be renowned for his ability to concentrate well, in fact quite the opposite. Yet if he was feeling happy or melancholy or even in just a serious frame of mind he'd pick up a pencil; a paintbrush; he even used a charcoal stick occasionally. And then he'd start to draw.
It had been his escape back in Africa; when he'd felt separated from the rest of the tribe. His skin always had caused problems. There had been so much beauty in that country and his parents always encouraged him. It stopped when he met the Doom Patrol though.
But one day, after being insulted one too many times, he'd grabbed the nearest pencil and let his anguish flow. He'd made his room messy to hide the ever growing works. He always knew exactly where they were...damn the others for trying to help him.
They'd cleaned his room...and they'd discovered the multitudes of his work. Beastboy had never realised how many there were until they were grouped and laid out on the common room floor.
"You're darker than I am Gar" Raven whispered, staring in shock. Most of the papers and canvases held the same child. A tanned boy, looking about 6, with unusually blonde hair and sharp green eyes. The one her eyes were drawn to showed him shrouded in darkness with scars covering his back, some still bleeding, as he kneeled next to a white lit pool. Most continued in the same fashion, mirrors were another common occurrence, they seemed torn between a simple heart shaped mirror or ones that looked like her emotion mirror. All were beautiful, all were stunning, all were deadly.
There was silence as Beastboy shuffled his feet he regretted ever drawing them.
"You know...this'll look good on our wall." They all turned to Robin- he was holding a large canvas.
Beastboy had been feeling loved and safe when he drew that particular one, and it showed. Five splashes of colour, five relaxed expressions, five gentle smiles, five Titans.
Weeks later, it wasn't the only one on the wall. Titans Tower was filled with them 'Five' in particular was selling millions across the world. And Beastboy still drew. It was understood nothing was truly meant by them- just emotions.
Just Beastboy's intelligence shining through, glowing on walls throughout the tower.