warning - semi angsty
It was a day of misery and moodiness for the changeling. The anniversary of his parents' death always brought certain gloom over the Tower. Usually, Beast Boy would insist on putting on his happy façade, like every other day. But Raven would always reject that stupid, fake grin. Ever since her 16th birthday, when the supposed End of the World was to come, the chromatically challenged friends would sit together on the roof and mourn in silence. This was where Beast Boy could wipe the smile from his face, and openly wail into the wind about the hardships of life.
This was hardly what Raven had expected when she had first suggested time to dwell on their miseries, to each their own. But, if it made Gar feel better, Raven was happy to sit. Just sit, and watch him. Make sure he was okay. Make sure he wouldn't be stupid, like that one year…..
This year, Garfield was 18 and had been feeling especially desolate. His parents always told him that he would be able to actually participate in their research, once he was a young man. Well now he was. But nothing could bring them back.
Feet dangling over the edge, Garfield stared at the sunset. He and Raven had come to the roof at around noon, but now it was almost seven. The sunset over the lake was beautiful, and Garfield wished he could fly to the sun and it would consume him with its fiery tongue. It would consume his green features, his over the top, happy "personality," and most importantly, his memories.
But it couldn't. He would never forget as long as he was alive.
Pain seared through his heart, and the changeling howled in despair. Glimmering liquid streamed from his tired eyes. He hated to cry in front of Raven, but it was like every bit of sadness in his life had come to haunt him on this terrible day.
The only thing that could take his mind from his misery, was her.. Garfield liked to dwell on one, particular memory….
It had happened once before. Hot, passionate, slow, surreal. Everything as it should be. Like something out of a movie. Honestly, it was quite a surprising delight, for Raven.
He knew he loved her before he kissed her. He knew that she knew, too. And now he'd left her confused.
So that's what Raven thought about on the roof. Today, instead of whining about how evil her demon dad was, or how she hadn't seen her mother in years, Raven thought of Garfield. He was so sweet, he didn't deserve anything his life had served him. And all she could do, was offer her comfort. And well, every knew how compassionate Raven was… not.
"Gar," She meant to think it but unluckily for her, his heightened hearing picked up on it. He faced her and cocked his head. "Sorry." She mumbled, trying hard to sound nonchalant, but not succeeding. She tried not to notice his lovably messy bedhead.
Well, that caught the changeling's attention. "Um, want to talk, Rae?" She eyed him evenly. "Ven." Beast Boy finished sheepishly. The sorceress closed her eyes and continued her levitation. But she couldn't push his image from her mind. Especially today. His eyes were bloodshot, extremely pronounced against his green tinted skin. His hair was a wreck, but she couldn't help but think that he was desirable in his way.
But he was just so sad. Even his cute green ears drooped, like dehydrated mint leaves.
Raven narrowed her eyes, punishing herself. No, he absolutely did not look adorable and sensitive and especially toned in this light. No. He was just bugging her, as usual. She was trying to give him sympathy, and he couldn't even give her a moment's piece. Thatrascal.
Without giving a second's protest, Raven felt her lips rush to his.
Of course, when it came to kissing Raven, Garfield Logan was an expert. But only because it had happened once before. Only once, but still. He'd dreamed about the moment every second since it had happened, all but two weeks past. He had memorized how his lips fit to hers. Together, they were perfection. But this wasn't right.
Dusk's last rays of light traced their silhouettes. At first, it was only Raven, her petite, cool hands placed on his sharp cheekbones, thumbs pressed to the hollows of his burning, tearstained cheeks.
Raven, shocked at herself, immediately forgetting any animosity towards the changeling. She was only conscious enough to knowshe was pressing his body to his, how she had now wrapped her thin arms around his neck.
And he wasn't kissing her back.
Her lips suckled gently on his, like her body was begging his for some response. After a few seconds, Raven pulled away, leaving her arms around his neck.
"So," she unclipped the gold crest that held her cloak together around her neck. The navy material fell to the floor. She felt extremely exposed, opening herself to Garfield. But if it would make him happy….
A soft, playful sparkle caught two sincere emerald eyes. "Stop, Raven." Garfield stepped back and removed her hands gently from him.
Two hurt, violet eyes blazed into him. Raven impulsively lifted her lips his, only to be stopped by a gloved palm. She considered biting, but instead took a step back as well, so there was a fair amount of distance between them.
This felt wrong. They both knew it.
"You only kiss me when I'm sad." Garfield brushed a hand back through her violet locks, resisting the urge to throw her to the ground and kiss her again. But his morals got the best of him. "I don't want that." He swallowed hard. "Rae, I," He saw her sweet eyes dull with his every word. But he had to continue. "Raven. Do you love me?"
He had kind of blurted that out by accident, but played it cool as he awaited her response. But the pale girl's mouth only hung agape, as she struggled for words.
"I, I don't know, Garfield."
She knew she loved him.
He nodded solemnly. He began to retreat from her, shutting his eyes to block out the petites sorceress's desperate wails for him to stay, her high pitched shrieks and merciless sobs. But she didn't love him. She felt sorry for him, or at least that's what Beast Boy thought. Taking a few more steps away, Beast Boy transformed into an eagle and headed towards the sun.
