Title: Enjoy the
Silence
Rating: K
Word Count: 541
Song:
What I've Done
Notes: Post season four.
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With hands of uncertainty.
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How can you face you best friends when they have seen you at your worst? How can you own up to all the horrible things you've done? For Raven it was not a matter of how but a matter of living with the consequences.
In her life she'd done some ugly things, things she was not proud of, and things she may never have the courage to face again. Through it all her friends had been there for her, she had shoulders to lean on, people to hold her through the hard times—even if she was too proud to let them do it.
It amazed her how they could all welcome her back with open arms. She wondered what she had done to ever deserve these wonderful people in her life, she wondered how they could have forgiven her so easily; especially Robin. He had gone to hell for her and what had she done to repay his kindness?
What had she done?
Nothing.
She supposed that loving someone was not enough payment. Then she wondered if it was love, perhaps it was just admiration. Perhaps, she never did understand the concept of emotions, even with the exile of Trigon. Funny how she did not know what to do any longer. Her control was fine, her emotions no longer influenced her power, yet she did not know how to process emotion. She did not know what to feel under certain situations so she sat back, away from others as she tried to learn.
Learning was not easy, because the first emotion she embraced was regret. Regret, then sorrow; she could not accept the things she had done, she wanted to forget her past. She wanted a clean slate.
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Raven claimed the rooftop once again, leaning over the railing, imagining herself floating freely above the sea's churning surface. She could not check the thoughts racing through her mind, ones she did not want to focus on.
"It's a beautiful morning isn't it?" The familiar voice, it made her chest hurt and her eyes sting. It was too much to comprehend.
"Yes," She answered without turning to look at the speaker. With eyes intent upon the horizon she smiled briefly, the action hurt her face in the foreignness of it, but she decided she could get used to it.
"Did you want breakfast?" He asked, taking the space at her right, nearly invading her personal space bubble.
The wind decided to pick up then, making her cloak flutter and her hair tangle. Looking over at her leader, Raven seemed to contemplate the idea. Tucking a lock of hair behind her ear—just before it was blown out of place—she nodded. "Later."
Waves crashed steadily against the shore as calming silence lingered, he said nothing, didn't move. She didn't mind. That was how they worked she supposed, a common unvoiced agreement, it was peace. As the sun arced across the sky and painted the water orange, she basked in the feeling of contentment.
"How do you feel about lunch?" She asked after noon had begun to recline.
"It is an important meal," He replied with a smile.
Her own was small, as she rested a quivering hand over his. "My treat."