Raven gets the second chapter because it all just came together so quickly. I had to bring in BB because I'm BBXRae. Sorry but this theme just lent itself to writing about the two of them. It's a different way to look at their relationship dynamic. I kind of like how this turned out. Please enjoy and let me know what you think!

I don't own the Teen Titans or their sins. – J. Mirembe

She is a sinner.

If she could, she would feel remorse. But that's the irony. She isn't supposed to feel anything. Her life is supposed to be hollow and empty. For a long time it was. Day and night, she simply drifted through life. Until one day the hollowness became too much and she just broke. She ran away from the constant quiet, the all too familiar shadows, and hearts as cool as her marble tower.

But then she came to Earth and found the four who would eventually become her friends. Four entirely different people with unique sets of emotions. Even though they all shared the same feelings of happiness, sadness, anger, and the like, she could tell the subtle variations of them all.

So much stimulation she had to deal with so suddenly. It was like hell. For a very long time, she thought she was going to be swept away by the rush of them. Drowning in their heartache, choking on their anger, and torn apart by their pain. But even worse than that was their happiness. It filled her, warm and bright, often to the point where she thought she would burst.

Thank Azar for time. For the most part, her friends grew older, more mature. They rose above and learned to tame the tumult of their emotions. She acclimated to them. For the most part, she learned how to shut them out. She would have finally learned the perfect control. Found that fine point of balance.

It was his fault. If he was more boring, she would have been able to gloss over him like she had the others. If he didn't feel everything so intensely and deeply, she would have been able to ignore the whirlwind of his psyche. The blame rests squarely on his shoulders for mixing deep set pain and everyday joy together into the most intoxicating flavor she had ever found. If he could have just stayed away, not insisted on making himself so available.

The primal burn of his anger, the sweet pleasure he found in simply existing for another day, the rush of freedom he felt in battle. His insatiable belief in a better tomorrow smoothed the bitterness of his past. What little fear he had was sour but it often was just an aftertaste, drowned out by his often foolish bravery. Each separate moment in every hour of every damn day is always filled with some new rush of emotion from him.

She doesn't know how to define him. He is infectious, almost like a virus. The simplest change in his mood affects everyone around him. The problem is that it's possible to recover from illness. You can even build up immunity over time. Years have passed and her knees will still go weak from the sheer force of him.

He is almost a drug. The taste of his emotions is addicting. It's exotic and potent, stronger than anything she's ever felt. She would probably go crazy without him there, unknowing given her the fix she needs. Even though they spend nearly every hour together, she's starting to need more than more than his normal moodiness.

She has to toy with him now. Knowing she is the reason he feels so intensely makes it all the more gratifying. So she teases him, frightens him, makes him laugh and worry. Part of the arguments she starts with him are simply to see his bright eyes go dark with barely controlled fury and to feel the fire of his anger and frustration. He is never more dangerous, more intoxicating, than when he is upset.

But it is so much more than a simple addiction now. In those very early days, it was that simple. He felt everything to extremes, and she was an unwilling partaker in his emotions. Addiction is far too simple a word to describe the depth of her desire. An addict can truly quit their drug. She needs to feel his emotions. It's like a hunger she can't control.

He himself is out of control, entirely untamable. The earth should sigh in relief that he was born with a deep set need for justice and raised with a strong set of morals. Sometimes she suspects he only follows the rules is because it is less hassle for him. He breaks the laws of physics and matter whenever he feels like it. Destroying the building blocks of the universe is as effortless to him as blinking. So why would he feel any remorse or hesitation at snapping any and all of her personal rules in two?

Deep down, she knows she could stop him. Push him away permanently and gain the control she desperately needs. But she knows she won't. Not as long as he feels so strongly and cares so sincerely.

She is a sinner. And as long as he is around, she will never be satisfied.

Gluttire - Gluttony