Marvel and Fox owns; I'm just borrowing the toys. I'll try to have them back before curfew.
When Raven took the time to think about it, her thirteen years of life were always grouped into two sections; "Charles" and "Before Charles". The three years spent at the mansion had been the happiest time of her life, so far. She was warm, clothed, fed, and above all, she had Charles there.
In her eyes, Charles could do no wrong; she adored him, worshiped him, even, because he was the only person she'd ever known who loved her unconditionally.
Recalling times that occurred during "Before Charles" was completely off-limits; whenever she did, the memories of cold and hunger and hatred gnawed at her soul, and Raven would spend the rest of the day glued to her brother's side. Charles was careful on those days never to ask what prompted her to suddenly become so clingy, and would instead soothe her by reading or playing with her.
Raven especially loved it when Charles read to her; she hadn't known how to read "Before", having never even gone to school. Charles had painstakingly taught her, his accent filling the air like music. A day with Charles was never wasted, in her opinion, even if she was just curled up against his side, listening as he gently encouraged her while she struggled with reading. On those days, she felt she could die happy. If Raven never had to leave Charles' side for as long as she lived, it would have been a life well-spent.
No one could have predicted how much "After Charles" would change her mind.
Sorry this took so long to put up; but I'm still way open for requests. **hint hint**