Ok, sorry people, but I had to do this. I'm tired of seeing Christmas fics where Raven hates Christmas. So here's my view on it. Enjoy! Yes, I know it's late, but I was just recently able to get it off my other computer. Sorry!
Disclaimer: I do not own the Teen Titans. I wish I did. Then I'd be rich and famous! XD
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There was a certain feel to the tower when Raven awoke from what had been the most peaceful sleep she'd ever had in her entire life. A kind of muffled coziness and security. It could only be one thing.
It was with a certain sense of anticipation that Raven quickly exited her warm haven and yanked open the curtains. And there it was. A wonderland of pristine white bathed in the silvery light of the moon blanketing the world outside.
A shadow of a smile graced Raven's face before it was quickly wiped away.
Christmas was finally here.
The common room was enveloped in silence, a rare commodity in a tower housing five teens. A ray of sunlight streamed through the window onto the large couch as dawn slowly approached. Raven silently glided to the kitchen to make a cup of tea, half afraid of breaking the serenity of the room with her footsteps.
As soon as the water was boiling, she turned off the stove. The whistle would be sure to wake everyone up, and she had no intention what so ever of giving up what peace she had earlier than needed. Despite her fear of breaking the contented silence, Raven found herself humming quietly to herself as she floated over to the window.
Snow, she thought to herself, had an odd beauty to it. It was cold and yet managed to bring joy. Pure white, yet it was hard to hate it completely. But just as surely as it could bring joy, it could bring pain. Yes. Snow had a dangerous but alluring beauty, and Raven knew herself to be smitten by it.
"Silent night, holy night…" Raven sang quietly to herself. She allowed a small smile to form on her lips. She was aware that her voice wasn't exceptionally beautiful. But she allowed herself the luxury of it on this day, just as she had every year since that horrid fight with her father. Just as she had every year since she and her team had been betrayed. It was by no stroke of luck that they all survived. And every Christmas that belief was strengthened. Someone forgave her. Someone made it possible for her to continue. Someone loved her enough to let her love and be loved. It didn't matter that she didn't go to church, that she wasn't a Christian. But she did certainly believe. She was a half-demon and a Teen Titan. How could she not believe in there being something other than what the eye could see? So every year, she paid her respects with a joyful heart and basked in the knowledge that someone thought she was good enough to be worth saving. And in the end, wasn't that what it was all about?
"…sleep in heavenly peace."
A/N: I apologize again for the lateness. This turned out a little more spiritual than I planned on, even though I'm not extremely devout. Oh well. Please review and tell me what you think. Should I continue it?