30Kisses Theme Ficlets
Robin/Raven
By Kysra
Theme #6 (the space between dream and reality): Fall
There are many dark places within her mind, but none so without light as the very edges where she must be numb. It is there that her receptors seem concentrated, where the invisible antennae seem to connect to her head, emotive feelers that pluck at the strands of loaded color every living being gives off.
She wonders if it is overload that will eventually drown her into oblivion, weigh her down from sanity to the deep abyss of Hell. Will it hurt? Will I be conscious after the Fall? Will I kiss my father's red cheek and thank him for planting me? Then she realizes that thinking of it in such a way is like admitting it will come to pass.
Her heart knows very little hope for she has seen one future, Starfire another, and both are bleak reflections of destruction. It is a discouraging prospect that of the two possibilities, even the one that boasts purification holds no joy. What are emotions if one cannot share them?
There is only one certainty: a change was in her future; and she has taken to spending many hours in meditation mulling over the possible scenarios that will push her one way or the other. Perhaps it will prove to be betrayal or loss that sends her over the edge, or her father may tempt her with promises of some unattainable, unreasonable thing or happenstance. She tries to picture the outcome, always coming back to their horrified faces and stony bodies, always focusing in on the naked eyes of her leader.
It is his face that she returns to first and last during every session. Even frozen as a living statue, his stance and expression speak of the raw determination he is so adept at pouring into quick action. He will be the last standing against her, she instinctively knows. He will be the last to give up trying to call her back. He will be the last to leave her to the insanity.
She opens her eyes to survey the lively spring landscape of Jump City from her perch on the roof, and takes a deep, relaxing breath to dispel the burning in her chest at the fleeting, impossible thought, Maybe, he'll be my last hope, and catch me before I fall.