"I wish I were more like you." Garfield Logan sighed, giving up on his "quiet time." Lately, he'd been hanging out with Raven more, trying to alter his personality to please her. He wanted so desperately for her to accept him, and an extroverted, joking personality wouldn't cut it.
Raven frowned, opening an eye to peer at Garfield. "What?" She spotted him crawling towards her like a child, only to rest his head in her lap. "Why would you want that?"
Situating himself to rest on her thigh, Garfield thought. "Well, Rae, you're disciplined." He looked up wistfully. "You're calm and satisfied with who you are… I wish I were like that." Raven blushed, peering at the upside down, handsome green face. Emerald irises filled with longing and kindness, Raven felt their connection intensify.
Leaning down to kiss the tip of his nose, Raven felt bliss bubble inside her. Affection had never come easy to the sorceress, but with Garfield, it felt only natural. If they weren't touching, she would reach for his mind. She always felt an urge to be connected to Garfield, and if they weren't, well, Raven didn't even like to think about that…
She felt if she lost him, a literal piece of her heart would be ripped out, she could simply not live without Garfield Logan. Differences aside, they needed each other. He'd always be opposite of her. Outgoing, friendly, a touch insecure. Trying to compliment her ways, Raven would always stop him. Flattering as it was, she accepting him for who he was, not who he tried to be.
"I'm a boring, bookish, simple person, Garfield. That's not you." Raven shook her head, hands resting in his grassy hair. Slowly drawing patterns over his skull, she could feel Garfield practically purring at her touch.
Nuzzling to her stomach, Garfield smiled. "I don't think you're boring, Rae. I like you." He reached up to touch her, and she leaned into his palm. "Don't ever change."
A closed mouth chuckle, Raven spoke. "Perhaps you should take your own advice." Garfield blushed, an adorable redness swirling over his cheeks. "Besides," she had taken to the apples of his cheeks, feeling the warmth of his bashfulness. "We're soulmates, Gar."
"That's not true. We have nothing in common." Garfield grinned at the memories of countless pranks he'd pulled on Raven, and the numerous punishments of her dark magic. "We could barely stand each other when we met!"
"Soulmates are people with a deep connection." Raven explained slowly. "Someone who understands you, who makes the world seem like a better place." Raven untangled her fingers from his hair, as he sat to face her. It reminded her of a puppy the way he rested, heels flat on the floor and palms resting between his thighs. "Someone who makes you doubt you'd ever loved anyone prior to them."
Garfield thought for a moment before speaking. He'd been under the impression that soulmates were practically twin personalities, interests, etc. Deciding Raven's definition was far better, he began.
"I've never loved anyone like I've loved you, Raven." He took to his knees, holding her petite hands in his.
"See?" Raven's cheeks reddened as he brushed his lips over them. "Soulmates."
