((A/N: Well, I got at least one review encouraging me to write one. I was thinking about doing the next one in Raven's perspective as well, just as I was writing it... Thank you so much for reviews! They do make me so happy. You guys keep reviewing, and I'll keep puttin' 'em when I think about them. I haven't written in awhile, so it's good to get these things out... I'm open to any appealing suggestions or constructive criticism.))
Failing to Get It
Chapter 2
...Azareth Metrion Zinthos...
Ignorance is bliss.
...Azareth Metrion Zinthos...
It wasn't really something Raven knew from personal experience; Bliss is something she has never encountered.
...After all, tight reigns of self-control allow for little margin in the way of emotions.
...Azareth Metrion Zinthos...
But logic greatly appealed to her. It was rigid, well-defined.
Logic had no difficult abstract concepts to deal with.
...Azareth Metrion Zinthos...
Logic applies here:
Raven is not ignorant.
Beast Boy is ignorant.
...Azareth Metrion Zinthos...
Beast Boy is blissful.
Raven is not.
...Azareth Metrion Zinthos...
Therefore, ignorance must be bliss, and bliss is ignorance.
...Azareth Metrion Zinthos...
It's a bit of a conundrum, really.
One who knows so much least understands the concept of not knowing anything.
...Azareth Metrion Zinthos...
Raven set her feet down on the floor, abruptly leaving the darkness of her peaceful mind and entering into full sunlight as she opened her eyes.
It was no use meditating when thoughts pervaded even her best attempts at stillness.
She turned away, wondering how so much time could have possibly gone by.
It was noon now—Her meditation had started long before the sun had risen.
Sometimes she wondered if she would truly change herself if she could; She was hard-put to imagine anything other than the life she led...
Raven paused at the kitchen, poking at some burnt, unrecognizable vegan meal that still lay in a pan on the stove. She presumed that it must've gone unattended while Cyborg and Beast Boy argued over breakfast that morning.
Deep down, she secretly envy Beast Boy.
It wasn't in a bad way, of course; She did not hate him. He was an earnest, heart-of-gold friend.
But he had freedom.
His power allowed it; Any animal he so desired was his to take the form of.
It was his gift.
And hers was her curse.
As she opened the refrigerator, Raven wondered if Beast Boy ever pondered this kind of thing.
Probably not—He failed to get everything...
But maybe that was why he was so carefree.
((A/N: I honestly don't know where I'm going with this one. It was really just supposed to be a one-shot, but I decided to go and add Raven's POV. I'll be hard-put to think of more stuff—Maybe Beast Boy will actually get it? But this is more of an internal-monologue, first-person/limited third person fic. No episode-esque action for this fic. And no psychological-type reviews, either. This is writing for pleasure, not a correct college thesis.))