Of Black Spells and Green Magic
Raven sighed unhappily as the first rays of morning hit her pale skin. She rolled to her side and pulled her silky blue sheets up over her head. After six years of living in Titan's Tower she still could not get used to the blinding sunlight that glittered through her large window. She again wondered why she had chosen this room. Everyone else could sleep peacefully as their rooms were inner rooms in the tower but Raven had chosen an outer room, one which only had three walls and a giant window to substitute the fourth.
She groaned with irritation but finally got out of bed. She stretched her long limbs and wandered into the hall. Raven shivered slightly and entered the bathroom to take a shower. Five minutes later she emerged in fresh clothes. Raven walked silently down the halls, her thoughts diverted to Robin's room as she passed his door; audible giggles could be perceived.
She rolled her eyes. Starfire and Robin had been dating for about three months and now every morning they could be heard whispering little romantic words back and forth. Robin was too serious during the day and Star too shy to talk about their relationship so they talked their little hearts out every morning at the crack of dawn. Again Raven rolled her violet eyes. Love, that was an almost sickening emotion. She cringed, remembering Cyborg and BB's little escapade into her mind. She was surprised that her emotion of love was still alive.
By now she was in the kitchen. Raven set a pot of water on the stove and set a cup and tea bag next to it. She thought a moment before taking out the honey and a teaspoon. Perhaps a little sweetness would be nice this morning. Raven left the water to boil and then situated herself in front of a window to meditate. As she hovered in the quiet her chant came out low and soft as she quickly found her center. Azerath, Metrion, Zynthos. Azerath, Metrion, Zynthos. Azerath, Metrion… Raven suddenly felt a strange and disturbing emotion course through her veins. What was it? She concentrated on the emotion… it was not her own. She tried in vein to uncover the emotion but… The tea kettle began to sing so she gave up her efforts and tended to her drink. After discarding the tea-bag the gothic Titan strode to her room nervously.
Raven now brushed her indigo hair, she had let it grow down slightly past her shoulder blades and her natural highlights of lilac and silver were beginning to glitter through her silky locks.
Raven looked troubled as she braided the small tendril of black hair that graced her cheek. She tied it with a blue ribbon that matched her cloak. Raven looked at herself in her mirror. She was much different now, appearance wise. Her hair, of course, but also her face. Raven's gem was now clear. It shimmered like a diamond but traces of gold swirled in it. She now wore a little make-up too. Her eyelids were dusted with faint glitters of copper and gold, her cheeks carried a soft lilac blush, and her lips were painted in a soft burgundy.
Raven's usual cape was now replaced with a navy blue cloak of velvet. It was trimmed in silver and had tiny golden sparkles littered across it. Beneath her cloak she wore her new ensemble. She wore a strapless, ebony, silk top that ended just below her chest and then became sheer black netting down to her slim waist.
Her skirt was plain black leather with a slit running from mid-thigh down to its end… which wasn't very far as the skirt stopped about six inches from the knee. Replacing her old boots her feet were now clad in leather boots that rose to just below her knee. The boots were plain with high, slim heels and a single silver buckle at the side of her ankles. The only item that had remained in her wardrobe was her gold belt which fell elegantly on her slim hips.
She reemerged from her room which closed with a slight whoosh. As she moved peacefully towards the living room, sipping her tea serenely, a slight rustle could be heard from her long cloak as it brushed the floor. She brought the cup to her lips as she went and was about to take a sip when…CRASH she burnt her tongue and the cup broke on the floor. Beast Boy… he will pay. She vowed angrily to herself as she headed towards his room… the source of the crash.
"Raven, I'm sorry…" he stuttered.
"I burnt my tongue, you will pay" she said in her now monotone voice.
"I said I was sorry." He said getting angry. "Today isn't exactly my day and you still give me the cold shoulder. Raven, we're supposed to be friends. Just get out." He said. He was getting fed up with Raven, six years and she wants to murder him because the plate of tofu he dropped made her burn her tongue. He pushed past a stunned Raven and ran to the roof.
"But… you burnt my tongue…" Raven whispered pathetically. She was surprised to realize Beast Boy's words hurt… because they were true. Now all she had to do was work up the nerve to apologize; easier said than done…