Just kidding. This is the last author's note. The community on LJ was titandrabble (titan "underscore" drabble) since the underscore doesn't want to show up when I post. Read on!
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04. Ring
Had they known, they never would have done it. Had it not been for their evil selves, she would live. Had there been another way?
There had to have been, the green changeling's mind screamed in grief.
Her face, her skin horribly red and her hairline receding like a balding old man's, all her features despite their devilish horror appeared more peaceful in death than her beauty ever had in life. She was gone now.
No. He twirled the Ring of Azar between his fingers. She was trained all her life for this moment. She would rise.
Trigon would fall.
05. Blue
The café seemed modern enough, quaint, with that air all good cafés seem to have—relaxing, slightly bohemian, and full of the rich scent of forty different kinds of coffee and biscotti. Blue was her favorite color and her favorite coffee shop. When she had been a Titan, it had been the color of her cloak. It would always take her back to the only time she felt at home, but that was fifteen years ago. She had changed.
A man entered. Blonde hair…those eyes, emerald green. She recognized him and stared. He noticed her. "Raven?"
She hadn't changed much.
06. Emotion
"What's wrong?"
He looked up. "Nothing."
She paused, waiting. He remained silent. "Don't lie to me."
"How do you always know when something is bothering me?"
She tapped a delicate finger against her temple, and graced him with the smallest of smiles. "Empath, remember? I can not only feel your emotions but 'eat' them, so to speak."
"Yeah, emotional vampirism. Cool." He sighed. "Too bad you can't feel your own emotions."
She flinched, even knowing he hadn't meant it maliciously. He noticed, and spoke again, "Here, feel this." He gave in to a wave of feelings.
Surprisingly, she felt loved.