Disclaimer: Teen Titans belongs to Glen Murakami. I disclaim them!
Pairings:
If any pairings show up, they're probably going to be Beast
Boy/Raven, Robin/Starfire, or Cy/Jinx.
Author's
Note: I'm not getting alerts from FFN at all - review/author/story/private messages alerts, you name it. It's been happening since about the 26th, and I'm wondering if anyone else is having this problem. If you have, please let me know? (Not through PM, since I obviously have no way of checking if I've gotten any. Through review is fine since I can check that manually, or through email.) It'd just be somewhat comforting if I knew that this isn't only happening to me. If it is...well, hell, that'll suck.
Ha, the word this time is "festive," which of course has such cheerful connotations that I had to go and ruin it all with the most morbid story I was capable of writing. I don't know why I do this. Pure contrariness, I suppose:)
Festive
Overbearing walls, heavy shackles on slender wrists. And now, a visitor.The guards shouldn't have let him in.
He shrugs. "They don't care." The vivid colors of his uniform and skin are incongruous with the stark white of the cell. Purple, green. (Red, so much red.) Atop his head sits a garishly colored party hat. "Aren't you gonna ask about it?"
It's dumb.
He grins. "You'd think so. I think it's kind of festive."
What's to celebrate?
"Somewhere out there, it's somebody's birthday, right? Heck, could be mine. Or yours. I guess we can't know, though."
Sometimes she can almost believe he's real – only he thinks (thought, only past tense applies these days) up things like this, fanciful, random. Or maybe she's just crazier than she thought.
Slides down the wall, lands gracelessly next to her. "Maybe." The hat slips off soundlessly into his lap.
It's more of a question: I killed you. She doesn't apologize. He might give her forgiveness she doesn't deserve. (He was always like that, even at the end.)
He does anyway. Leans, shoulder brushing shoulder, but there is nothing to feel. "It's okay."