I want to take a nap. ;-;
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Raven had sit down in a dirt hut earlier, to review these ideas she'd copied. This memory she'd reviewed about six times, and if she looked at it again, she was certain it would disintegrate. In the dimly lit room, she sat on the floor and began her normal meditation. When she pulled out the first memory, she was shocked, because her mind was suddenly twisted from a calm, mechanical process into a sea of lost colors.
The memory began in black, and for a moment, she'd fruitlessly wandered in the darkness before finding some soft pink light. In an almost morbid, sweet wonder, she stared at ribbons of blood-colored streaks flying through the air. BeastBoy's thinking was eccentric, but she immediately liked it, because there was something eloquent and pretty about the childlike simplicity of it. The pink light was soft, and she could see other colors in the air beginning to appear. There was a soft, bubbly warm feeling in her abdomen, and a strong ache in her loins. However, she also felt as though she may puke. A soft smile appeared in her mind, because she could put together these feelings. She remembered them from her own memories.
But then, Robin had said three horrid words and they echoed around the confine of her mind loudly and insensibly. Something painful had wrenched in her gut at that moment. The soft, sweet feeling was gone. The ribbons flying around her became liquid, and she felt sickeningly drenched in warm, maroon stickiness. Everything turned black and blue, and the light she was holding to guide herself flashed wildly with red and yellow and finally, it turned black. The pain in her stomach was annoying, but quite bearable.
Immersed in darkness, hot and wet with a blood that wasn't there, she waited, pushing a clump of sticky hair back. A soft pain beat on her chest, and her eyes began to hurt. With some foreign awareness, she realized that she was crying, and her nose hurt. BeastBoy was quick to tears, she thought, annoyed at the garbled words of her leader bounced around more quietly, and she felt a reptile take over, then a mammal. BeastBoy again, and she nearly fell as rainbows of a goth kid's dream made the world spin with color. Her hair painfully whipped at her face and neck, and she squinted to see what was going on. Crazy mixtures and slashes of red, black, and gray spun wildly, before explosions of fuchsia and yellow blinded her. If she'd actually been standing, she might have fallen in surprise. Holding her hair and guarding her eyes, she stared in wonderment at the explicit, raw emotion she was seeing. It was lovely, but only for moments. A sudden blueness appeared, and sucked everything away, and BeastBoy's voice quietly rumbled around her. There was an icy coldness that unpleasantly stung her.
She felt the dried not-blood on her skin move, and she tensed, pausing the memory. The Azarath sighed into the memory, and a warm wind blew on her in the nothing, calming her.
As the memory played again, she felt the uncomfortable sensation of scrubbing dried blood from her skin as it moved on her. A dark red light appeared around her, but it looked like indigo. She stared into it, confused. Her brain was interpreting something wrong, because the colors that were weren't connecting anymore. She knew it was dark red, but it looked blue. The ribbons of white and black above her were green and purple. She frowned. The memory was confused. That wasn't supposed to happen.
As she looked at the blue-but-really-red light again, there was some sense of painful longing in her to understand this confusion. That was all she could remember as her entire body began to burn.
White eyelids whipped open, and amethyst eyes were bright with tears that hadn't fallen. The hut was dim with the light of late afternoon, but she couldn't see that. She fell onto the dirt, scraping her thighs with rocks. She felt the world around her, the dirt under her fingers and the hot, sticky air of the junglw island.
Her eyes, though, saw her own body, covered in gaping slashes and gashes. Everywhere, blood continually poured and burned, and the blood wasn't real, because it turned to acid underneath her. She tried to close her eyes, but the gash on her forehead had bled into them, and she could see through her eyelids, anyways. She vomited quitely, a soft green bile bubbling at her lips and dripping on her chin and then legs before she finally woke up.
Tremulously, she got up, and went to clean off in the river.
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As the sun simmered hotly behind the trees, fires were set up around camp. Raven stared idly into one, thinking about the memories she'd copied and stolen. They were faded, now, and she resisted the urge to look at them once more, because then they'd probably wear out and break down into absent thoughts. Starfire was sitting next to her, tan hand mashed into her cheek as she stared emptily into fire. BeastBoy was inside the tribal king's home, laying down because he'd felt ill. Cyborg had gone back to the jet to recharge. Robin was sleeping inside the leader's large hut as well, and hadn't woken for several hours. She wondered idly what would happen once he woke up.
"...of this?"
Raven glanced at her female teammate. "Huh?" she blurted distractedly.
"Would you like a taste of this?" the redhead said, offering a stick of hot, foreign meat on the end. Raven shook her head, but thanked her anyways.
"I've got some things to work out about what happened out here," she explained at Starfire's mild stare. Starfire shrugged.
"Robin and BeastBoy were chased by an animal, worn out and away from their resources. Then, BeastBoy fainted, and Robin was forced to carry him back because he is such a gentleman, and was bitten by a wretched little monster and became ill. Now they're fixing him with plants."
Raven stared at the Tamaranian. 'I think that's the most... coherent, precise, and sensible thing I've ever heard her say,' she thought.
"There's more to it than that," Raven said, remembering the clip of memory she'd taken. That one hadn't particularly made much sense. It was one of the emotional memories. She couldn't hear anything, but she could feel everything that BeastBoy had. There were pieces that you could almost hear or see, but they were always garbled and incoherent or fuzzy.
She shuddered, and patted Starfire's back. She pulled up one of the physical memories, one from a morning before the horrid memory, and it soothed her. This one she'd looked at only twice, and it was fresh.
BeastBoy's thinking was always colored. It was simple, but hard to read sometimes. Raven was used to thinking mechanically and with lots of words. His easy colors were exotic and challenging, but maddeningly simple. The soft pinky-yellow of lemonade made her mind brighter, and lovely swaths of bubbly warmth made her feel glittery and airy and soft. It was a sleep-memory, granted, and she was warm. Someone gave a damn in this memory, and the sweet, soft holding feeling comforted her as the sun set, and the nightmarish whirlwind of BeastBoy's mind faded. Raven felt her fingers intertwine with others, and didn't realize she was holding hands with Starfire until the night-singer stopped, and the campfires were all abandoned for huts.
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Now... I must go nap. =w=
Edit: Just tweaking. I think I got most of the stuff I didn't like out in these last few chapters. Suggestions are always welcome, but I hope it's improved.