Babbles and drabbles and fluffness, oh my!
Yeah...so, I'm not very good at updating this lately, am I? :P That's okay, no one is reading it at the moment anyway. :) 'Cept maybe Azelma...but, yeah. Whatever.
Dead
Robin didn’t have the words, but she hadn’t needed them, anyway. She could see the stifled tremor of his hands, the sickly pallid of his skin. And as she met his eyes, any hope evaporated.
“Dead?” It wasn’t really a question.
He took her hand, placing the broken communicator and remnants of his mask in her palm.
“Rae, I’m-“
“Don’t,” she said, voice unwavering, eyes turned stone. “There’s nothing to be sorry for.”
His grip tightened. “It’s okay to hurt, Raven.”
“People come. People go. In the end, we’re all ash.”
When she walked away, he almost believed her.
*****
Alive
Irony left a bitter taste in her mouth. It was cruel the way it coiled around her fingers in the grass stains on her hands, drifted through the sweet apple blossoms and sunlight, warm on her back. Echoed in the laughter of children passing by her forest of stone.
And it hurt. Every sight, smell, and sound a brutal mockery. It wasn’t right that everything around her should seem so alive when he was-
“Oh Roy, how can you leave me here like this?” The words were whispered, soft, speaking not the pain of death…
But the pain of life.
*****
Rose
Robin dared not move. Feared if he spoke, she’d dissipate like the apparition she’d become over the last few weeks. Of course, he knew she was aware of him.
Raven was always aware, painfully so.
Tentatively he stepped toward her, taking in the grave soil on her knees, and the single red rose dangling from her fingertips.
“Grossly inadequate, isn’t it?” She spoke, twirling the rose, mindless of its thorns. “Yet it’s all we have.”
“What will you do now?” He wondered if she could feel her tears as keenly as he could.
“I will live, Robin. On his behalf.”
*****
Stars
The room went completely still as she entered, her petite frame swathed in a whisper of black silk and lace, lavender tresses pinned up in soft waves, and sapphires sparkling like stars along the long, smooth column of her neck.
Bumblebee approached cautiously, but her expression spoke of gratitude. “We weren’t sure if you’d come.”
Raven smiled. It was tiny, only a slight turn of her pretty lips, but for the first time in a year, it met her eyes. “Roy taught me the value of what it is to feel. It’s time I remembered that.”
They couldn’t agree more.
*****
Time
“This better be good.” She hadn’t bothered to lift her face from the pillows.
“Do I ever call without good reason?”
Raven sat up and pried one eye open, an expression of obvious skepticism in place.
“Speedy, do you have any idea what time it is?”
“Your time? Maybe three. Four.”
She glowered; he didn’t even have the grace to look remorseful. “If this is some ploy to see what I’m wearing…”
He shouted with laughter. “No, but I’ll have to remember that.”
“Roy-“
“Maybe I just wanted to hear your voice.”
She softened then. It was reason enough.
*****
Blue
The breath iced over in her chest, and for the first time in her life, Raven felt truly exposed. Nothing stood between them now. No barriers. No masks left to protect them.
“Don’t Raven. Don’t turn away from me this time.”
“You can’t give me this,” she whispered, shutting her eyes tightly when she felt the heat of his hands as he spun her around.
“I already have.”
“…I love him, Robin.”
A touch, soft and sure on the swell of her cheek. “I know.”
And she sensed his regret, heavy as the weight of his gaze, so very blue.
*****
Love
“You shouldn’t, you know.”
The archer paused to look at her there, with her cheek pressed against the glass as she watched rain stain the world a darker shade of gray and sheets that curled with soft light along the smooth plane of her back, and, not for the first time, thought her beautiful.
”Shouldn’t what?”
“…Love me,” she whispered.
“I shouldn’t do a lot of things, Raven,” he spoke, shirt forgotten on the floor as he folded around her, fingertips brushing the gentle curve of her face and forehead at rest against hers, “but that isn’t one of them.”
*****
Riddle
“Hasn’t anyone told you it’s rude to read over someone’s shoulder?” Raven intoned, pencil poised at her chin.
“E.”
“Excuse me?” She arched a delicate brow and turned to meet his cheeky grin.
“The answer to your riddle,” he motioned toward the puzzle book settled in her lap. “Eve had two, Adam had none, and everyone has three...it’s the letter e.”
“…You’re right,” she breathed. “Since when are you so good at riddles?”
“Hey! I figured you out, didn’t I?”
Her gaze sharpened. “…You read the answers, didn’t you?”
Speedy grinned sheepishly; so, maybe it was the other way around.
Dead
Robin didn’t have the words, but she hadn’t needed them, anyway. She could see the stifled tremor of his hands, the sickly pallid of his skin. And as she met his eyes, any hope evaporated.
“Dead?” It wasn’t really a question.
He took her hand, placing the broken communicator and remnants of his mask in her palm.
“Rae, I’m-“
“Don’t,” she said, voice unwavering, eyes turned stone. “There’s nothing to be sorry for.”
His grip tightened. “It’s okay to hurt, Raven.”
“People come. People go. In the end, we’re all ash.”
When she walked away, he almost believed her.
*****
Alive
Irony left a bitter taste in her mouth. It was cruel the way it coiled around her fingers in the grass stains on her hands, drifted through the sweet apple blossoms and sunlight, warm on her back. Echoed in the laughter of children passing by her forest of stone.
And it hurt. Every sight, smell, and sound a brutal mockery. It wasn’t right that everything around her should seem so alive when he was-
“Oh Roy, how can you leave me here like this?” The words were whispered, soft, speaking not the pain of death…
But the pain of life.
*****
Rose
Robin dared not move. Feared if he spoke, she’d dissipate like the apparition she’d become over the last few weeks. Of course, he knew she was aware of him.
Raven was always aware, painfully so.
Tentatively he stepped toward her, taking in the grave soil on her knees, and the single red rose dangling from her fingertips.
“Grossly inadequate, isn’t it?” She spoke, twirling the rose, mindless of its thorns. “Yet it’s all we have.”
“What will you do now?” He wondered if she could feel her tears as keenly as he could.
“I will live, Robin. On his behalf.”
*****
Stars
The room went completely still as she entered, her petite frame swathed in a whisper of black silk and lace, lavender tresses pinned up in soft waves, and sapphires sparkling like stars along the long, smooth column of her neck.
Bumblebee approached cautiously, but her expression spoke of gratitude. “We weren’t sure if you’d come.”
Raven smiled. It was tiny, only a slight turn of her pretty lips, but for the first time in a year, it met her eyes. “Roy taught me the value of what it is to feel. It’s time I remembered that.”
They couldn’t agree more.
*****
Time
“This better be good.” She hadn’t bothered to lift her face from the pillows.
“Do I ever call without good reason?”
Raven sat up and pried one eye open, an expression of obvious skepticism in place.
“Speedy, do you have any idea what time it is?”
“Your time? Maybe three. Four.”
She glowered; he didn’t even have the grace to look remorseful. “If this is some ploy to see what I’m wearing…”
He shouted with laughter. “No, but I’ll have to remember that.”
“Roy-“
“Maybe I just wanted to hear your voice.”
She softened then. It was reason enough.
*****
Blue
The breath iced over in her chest, and for the first time in her life, Raven felt truly exposed. Nothing stood between them now. No barriers. No masks left to protect them.
“Don’t Raven. Don’t turn away from me this time.”
“You can’t give me this,” she whispered, shutting her eyes tightly when she felt the heat of his hands as he spun her around.
“I already have.”
“…I love him, Robin.”
A touch, soft and sure on the swell of her cheek. “I know.”
And she sensed his regret, heavy as the weight of his gaze, so very blue.
*****
Love
“You shouldn’t, you know.”
The archer paused to look at her there, with her cheek pressed against the glass as she watched rain stain the world a darker shade of gray and sheets that curled with soft light along the smooth plane of her back, and, not for the first time, thought her beautiful.
”Shouldn’t what?”
“…Love me,” she whispered.
“I shouldn’t do a lot of things, Raven,” he spoke, shirt forgotten on the floor as he folded around her, fingertips brushing the gentle curve of her face and forehead at rest against hers, “but that isn’t one of them.”
*****
Riddle
“Hasn’t anyone told you it’s rude to read over someone’s shoulder?” Raven intoned, pencil poised at her chin.
“E.”
“Excuse me?” She arched a delicate brow and turned to meet his cheeky grin.
“The answer to your riddle,” he motioned toward the puzzle book settled in her lap. “Eve had two, Adam had none, and everyone has three...it’s the letter e.”
“…You’re right,” she breathed. “Since when are you so good at riddles?”
“Hey! I figured you out, didn’t I?”
Her gaze sharpened. “…You read the answers, didn’t you?”
Speedy grinned sheepishly; so, maybe it was the other way around.