Day 5: Living together OR Royalty

Living together

"Richard, why do you keep leaving your underwear on the floor?!" Raven yelled from the bathroom. Raven and Richard had been friends since kindergarten, they had been great friends ever since. Now they lived together in an apartment.

"Speak for yourself, your bra keep ending up in my dresser!" He called back from the top of his comic book. Richard was laying on the couch with a batman comic book in his hands.

She stayed quiet for a few minutes, which made Richard believe he had won the short lived argument. He looked back down at his comic with a smile. Sometimes it was too easy to win against Raven, he knew all about her. Richard began to read the comic feeling the pleasure of the win.

Suddenly something fell over his eyes, something black, which he recognized immediately. He jumped and threw the black underwear to the floor. He cried out in slight horror, even though it was his own.

"At least you could put it in the laundry basket." Raven muttered with crossed arms.

Richard turned around and glared at her. "Why. Did. You. Do. That." He gasped. His feelings were so mixed. It was gross, even though it was his own underwear. He felt a small bubble of anger in his chest as he glared at the purple haired girl. "Please tell me it wasn't dirty."

"It was on the floor so I wouldn't know." She smirked before going back into the bathroom. "It wasn't dirty, relax." He hadn't noticed before, but Raven had walked out in only a black bra and panties. It wasn't before she was walking back he noticed the swing in her hips. Richard blushed at the sight. He wasn't ashamed to admit he had dreamt about her. It wasn't strange as they were together since high school.

It was an awkward situation back in highschool when he confessed his feelings for her. It was a dare from a friend back then to confess, at first he had begged not to since he didn't want to ruin their friendship. He ended up confessing by accident. It was in the middle of class when he had been doodling on his note book, writing her name and drawing small ravens. When Raven had asked to copy his notes. Of course, he didn't pay attention to what he had been doing so he handed her the notebook with his doodles on it, she asked about it, and that was it. He told her the truth.

One thing Richard was ashamed to admit, was that he was secretly holding one of her bras hostage.

He shook his head and picked up the underwear. He blushed when he realized it was the batman underwear. Of all the underwear he could leave on the floor it had to be that one.

When Raven stepped out of the bathroom, he saw that she had showered. A white towel wrapped around her body with another towel wrapping up her hair. Richard had gone into the kitchen to make dinner, since Raven was a shit cook.

"What are you making tonight?" She asked as she looked into the kitchen.

"I'm making dinner." He laughed. She frowned at him giving him the usual 'that's not what I meant' look. He loved that look. "Nah, I'm making mac n cheese."

"Okay." She left the room. They had both agreed that Raven spent as little as possible time in the kitchen. One time, she somehow managed to burn soup. The most time she spent in the kitchen she was either making tea or eating cereal. Not that she complained, Raven wasn't a big fan of making food.

After dinner, Richard noticed that the underwear he had been to lazy to remove from the living room was gone. Raising an eyebrow at the scene he walked over to the rooms. They may be together, but Raven wanted her space. He understood that, she was a person of peace and usually mediated or did yoga in her room. She didn't want to do it in the living room anymore since Richard seem to, as she said, was being too distracting. He believed it was more to it, but he didn't push it.

Opening the door carefully, he saw that she had fallen asleep over her bed. She must have been very tired, he thought. She did have a long day, her boss had apparently been mad at the workers today. Richard walking inside the room and carefully closed the door behind him. Raven had fallen asleep on top of the covers, she lay on the mattress like a doll that had just been thrown there.

He smiled gently as he carefully began to take the covers from under her. She stirred a few times before gently rolling off the cover. Richard smiled at the small form he wrapped her up in the cover. He was about to leave the room, when he felt a small hand wrap around his wrist.

"Don't go…" She whispered.

Richard looked down at her, she held her eyes closed, but he could sense a small amount of fear in her. It was like she was afraid he would vanish. Carefully he lifted the covers again and wrapped them over his own body. It wasn't until that moment when he quickly scanned her body that she was wearing everything he owned. A white t-shirt and his boxershorts.

Richard tried to ignore the fact, but it was hard as the t-shirt was too big so the neck hole was fitting her shoulder too. Richard shook his head and wrapped his arms around her body and pulling her to his chest.

Raven smiled as the warmth spread around her body. Nothing was going to harm her, not with him here with her.

xXx

Royalty (Just 'cus I wanted to)

The princess of Azarath sat in the carriage on her way to Gotham. She was to married to the oldest son of King Bruce. Raven, as the young princess of 16 was named, sat in the carriage with her mother, the queen, and the high priestess of Azarath. The king of Azarath had been killed by an enemy land a few months ago, so the queen had asked for help by the neighbouring kingdom, which was Gotham.

Since Queen Arella didn't have any sons, the throne went to her. But it might not have lasted long, if she didn't ask for help. Gotham did agree to help, but the condition was that his oldest son of 17 was to marry the princess.

Raven had never meet the prince, she had only gotten his name, Prince Richard. She wasn't exactly happy with the wedding that was about to come, but for her kingdom, she would do anything.

Raven looked out the window of the carriage, the trees were passing by at high speed for horses, but she didn't mind. The nature was beautiful. The princess of Azarath had a secret love for birds. She honestly didn't know where it came from but she loved to study birds. Her mother had figured it was from her birth.

When Raven was a baby she had been crying in her room, and when Arella had come to comfort her, she found that a female raven was comforting her daughter. Arella was about to shoo the bird away, but Raven had already taken a liking to the bird. The black bird had also given her a gift. A small blue crystal, that Raven now wore as a symbol for her thanks.

Raven began to rub the blue crystal between her fingers, she wanted to hope, she knew that it was no way around the wedding, but she hoped that the prince was not cruel.

"Raven, you need to calm down. King Bruce and I have discussed this for awhile now, you have nothing to fear." Arella said, as she placed her hand on Raven's knee. The tension in the carriage was high, Raven was a timid creature, but when it came to personal things, she could be very protective.

"I know, I'm just…" She started, unsure how to finish her sentence or if she should finish it at all.

"Scared?" Azar, the high priest said with a comforting look. "We understand that this is hard for you, but for the sake of Azarath-"

Raven cut the older woman off. "I know, I am doing it for Azarath. I'm just scared he will be… I do not know, cruel."

"Raven, Prince Richard is not cruel." Raven looked at her mother, the crystal still between her fingers. Arella's eyes were so comforting, it was something she would miss when she moved to Gotham. Because she knew, she knew that once she was married to Richard she would have to move to Gotham. "He is kind, not even I would marry you off to someone I knew was not kind. Not even for an alliance."

That was comforting, somehow. A little.

The carriage stopped in front of a huge stone castle. Raven stepped out of the carriage with her mother and the priestess. At the entrance of the castle stood the king of Gotham. Guards were all around them, each bearing the mark of Gotham, a bat. The Azarainien guards wore the symbol of Azarath, a white dove.

When Arella noticed Raven's fear she took the lead, walking gently up to her daughter. "It's okay." She whispered. Raven looked at the ground, staring past the simple blue dress she was wearing. Raven was desperate not to make eye contact with the king.

"Welcome, Queen Arella, Princess Raven, and Priestess Azar." The king walked up to the three bowing. They bowed in return, Raven stared at the ground, she had never been this shy. "I apologize for my son as he is not here at the moment. He should be here any moment."

"It is perfectly fine, My King. We can wait." Arella nodded.

"Alfred!" The king called, a servant, that was named said name, came forth. The servant bowed before the king. "Would you go find my son?" The king asked.

"Of course, my king." The servant vanished into the castle.

"I will show you the way to your rooms." The king said, Arella nodded and turned to Raven, who still looked at the ground.

"Thank you very much, My King."

xXx

Raven sat by a table, waiting for her future husband to show up. Her shyness had grown so much since she arrived, her fear had taken a liking to her eyes.

"Am I interrupting something?" The shy princess turned her vision up towards the speaker, she almost gasped in shock. He was hot. Down right Hot.

"N-No… I apologize for not paying attention." She said to the black haired prince as he sat down on the other side of the table, his bright blue eyes looked at her in both confusion and a little sadness.

"You need not apologize, I am the one who should apologize, I was late for our first meeting. I am Richard of Gotham."

"Raven of Azarath." She answered.

"You are shy, are you not?" Raven looked up at him briefly. "I see, you need not be afraid of me. I wish you the best, we are to get married after all." He seem way too comfortable with the idea.

"You are okay with it?" She asked.

"Well, in the beginning I was hesitated, but now that I see you I can get around it. I can tell by your eyes that you are a kind soul. I wish not to harm you, not now, not ever. I promise." That was comforting.

She didn't answer. It wasn't that she didn't want to say anything, it was more the fact that she didn't know what to say.

"You do not talk much, do you?" Raven lifted her eyes to his again, she was surprised to find him sitting on the table right in front of her. She was about to yelp in surprise but her mouth shut itself before she could. "You are very different from other princesses I have meet." She began to shake slightly as his hand found it's way under her chin.

"How so?" She finally found her voice.

"You are quiet not loud, you are dark not light, you are beautiful not…" He trailed off as a blush formed at his face. "I mean no offence."

"I am not offended. I thank you for the compliment. But as said, I too mean no offence. I have high doubts you would enjoy being married to me."

"How so?" He asked.

"I have always been the last someone would marry, even for the sake of an alliance. The kingdom of Azarath has nothing to offer to anyone, we have stayed quiet for many years because we do not want to bother. Azarath has held its own ground for centuries, but now that the kingdom of Atlantis has gotten the thought of using our magic, they attacked. Azarath has never been a land for war. Which is why my mother wished for some help. This will be the first time in centuries Azarath has called for help." She sighed. "I am only a key to my people."

"Do not think such of yourself Raven, I wish to make the decision on whenever I will enjoy our marriage or not." He picked up her face again, looking into her purple eyes. "I think you are a creature that has not given the opportunity to show your true colours."

"What are you saying?" She asked.

"I am saying that, I think I will enjoy uncover this raven." He leaned in and planted a light kiss on her lips, she was shocked at first but his gentleness took her over and she fell into the kiss.

xXx

You know what!? Everything I write sounds better in my head, I promise!