[fic] 365characters: Raven
Title: Raven
Fandom: Original
Rating: G
Summary: There was nothing normal about them. And she was loving it.
Claimer: Characters and plot belong to Maia.
Raven
The clicking of the keyboard could be heard throughout the dimly-lit room as one girl sat on the couch, her feet planted on the leather-covered cushion and her laptop safely nestled on her lap, on top of a pillow. Her face was calm, blank, emotionless but once in a while, a frown would crease her forehead or a slight smile would crinkle her eyes. Sometimes even, she'd bite her lips in an attempt to not smile so widely.
She hummed a quiet tune and her fingers paused typing for a moment, her glowing eyes behind clear glasses scanning the entirety of the room. She was alone... wasn't she? Seeing was not a problem as she could see everything quite clearly albeit the muted lights of the room. But she couldn't feel anything. She couldn't feel anyone. Shrugging off that feeling of apprehension, she continued her work.
"Is it me or has your eyesight gotten poorer? You didn't even notice me."
She stopped yet again and she turned her head to the direction of the voice, her dark eyes narrowing at the shadowed figure seated on an armchair several feet from her. He wasn't there before. "Normal people usually don't sit in the dark and scare the living daylights of other people."
The figure, a male by all obvious reasons, shifted in his seat, crossing his legs at his knees. She could note a faint smile on his thin lips. He seemed amused by her. "You've been spending too much time in front of that little toy of yours."
She then pointed to herself and spoke, her tone flat. "Me." Then, she pointed at the electronic device without batting an eyelash. "Life."
"I'd say," he remarked in a nonchalant voice, waving a hand dismissively in the air. Light-hearted as he might seemed, he was all just that. "The moment I gave you that, you practically ignored everything around you. Perhaps it was a mistake to give you that laptop as a gift."
She smirked at him, letting out a soft 'tsk', resting her fingers lightly on the keys. "You obviously miscalculated. So unlike you to make mistakes like that."
"And so like you to point it out."
She sighed in exasperation, rolling her eyes. Would their conversation get any longer? Not that she disliked speaking to him. On the contrary even. But really now... "Are you here just to bother me?"
"You say normal people don't sit in the dark and scare the living daylights of others?" he started thoughtfully, ignoring her inquiry. "Have you forgotten that we're not normal?"
"I was hoping that I would," she replied dryly, resuming her work. What she meant by that served as their inside joke within the four walls of that manor. Her, him and the others. Once more, the typing sound echoed inside the empty room. She was wordless for another few minutes then her fingers halted again, her gaze flickering over at him then returned to the screen.
"Are you just going to sit there the entire night?"
"And are you just going to work there again the entire night?"
"Did you know that it's rude to answer an inquiry with another inquiry?"
"You answered mine with an inquiry as well."
She said nothing for a whole minute, trying to absorb his words, her eyes trained on the glowing screen in front of her. When she had realized what he had said, she looked up at him again, a hand holding the edge of her laptop. Her expression was a mixture of confusion and disbelief.
"'Again'?" she echoed, frowning at him. "Are you telling me that you were here last night as well?"
He chuckled, giving her a reason to narrow her eyes even more. Amusement was one thing. Annoying her was another thing. "Your eyesight indeed has gotten poorer. Is it time to get a new pair of glasses? And your sensitivity to my presence as well."
"That's because I've gotten busier, if you hadn't noticed."
"But I haven't even given you an assignment yet."
He had barely said those words in the same light tone when she found him, standing beside her, a hand ruffling her dark hair. She sighed heavily, shaking her head. She would never get used to his quiet and sleek movements, reminding her of a cat. A dangerous, smooth cat. To her, he was like the wind. She could barely see him yet she knew that he was there. Somewhere.
"I swear, you'll give me a heart attack sooner or later," she muttered, slouching even more on the couch. She looked up at him, meeting his pale eyes, tilting her head in inquiry. She could see the thoughtful glint in those pale orbs concealing the murderous intent in them. "You're going out?"
He glanced down at her and smiled knowingly, dropping down to kiss her forehead. He knew she loved him doing that. It made her feel more special than the others. "I'm going out for a midnight snack."
Her expression turned sour at the response, a dark eyebrow rising. "Right. Midnight snack and you'll be back before sunrise, am I correct?"
"You know me very well, dear Raven." He then tossed an envelope on the coffee table, his hand not leaving her locks. "And while I'm gone, you can take care of those. You know what to do, right?"
"Eh?" She sat up abruptly, catching her laptop before it crashed on the marble floor, and stared at him as if he had just spoken fluent Latin. No way! He was trying to rope her in into some chore again. So much for favoritism. "But I don't get it! Why me? It's me again! You're so much better in filing that!"
"Now, now, let's not be so violent." He kissed her forehead once more, his cold, slender fingers brushing against her cheek lightly. It was the closest loving touch anyone could get from him. "I trust you shall do another good job? Great."
"Only if you promise to treat me! Like ice cream!"
She found him smiling at her whim, pinching her cheek adorably. Her pout was one of those things he could never ignore. She knew that. He knew that. Everyone knew that. "Demanding little prick, I should've known better than to spoil you," he commented with another chuckle, walking over to the French doors leading to the balcony. "Very well then. Ice cream."
She grinned at him. "I'll take your word for it!"
There was the sound of the French doors opening and a strong gust of wind and he was gone into the night. Just like that. She settled once more on the couch, grabbing the envelope and browsing its contents, and started her work once more peacefully.
She was his little rebel in his rebellion and there was no way she'd let someone else take that title away.
Fandom: Original
Rating: G
Summary: There was nothing normal about them. And she was loving it.
Claimer: Characters and plot belong to Maia.
Raven
The clicking of the keyboard could be heard throughout the dimly-lit room as one girl sat on the couch, her feet planted on the leather-covered cushion and her laptop safely nestled on her lap, on top of a pillow. Her face was calm, blank, emotionless but once in a while, a frown would crease her forehead or a slight smile would crinkle her eyes. Sometimes even, she'd bite her lips in an attempt to not smile so widely.
She hummed a quiet tune and her fingers paused typing for a moment, her glowing eyes behind clear glasses scanning the entirety of the room. She was alone... wasn't she? Seeing was not a problem as she could see everything quite clearly albeit the muted lights of the room. But she couldn't feel anything. She couldn't feel anyone. Shrugging off that feeling of apprehension, she continued her work.
"Is it me or has your eyesight gotten poorer? You didn't even notice me."
She stopped yet again and she turned her head to the direction of the voice, her dark eyes narrowing at the shadowed figure seated on an armchair several feet from her. He wasn't there before. "Normal people usually don't sit in the dark and scare the living daylights of other people."
The figure, a male by all obvious reasons, shifted in his seat, crossing his legs at his knees. She could note a faint smile on his thin lips. He seemed amused by her. "You've been spending too much time in front of that little toy of yours."
She then pointed to herself and spoke, her tone flat. "Me." Then, she pointed at the electronic device without batting an eyelash. "Life."
"I'd say," he remarked in a nonchalant voice, waving a hand dismissively in the air. Light-hearted as he might seemed, he was all just that. "The moment I gave you that, you practically ignored everything around you. Perhaps it was a mistake to give you that laptop as a gift."
She smirked at him, letting out a soft 'tsk', resting her fingers lightly on the keys. "You obviously miscalculated. So unlike you to make mistakes like that."
"And so like you to point it out."
She sighed in exasperation, rolling her eyes. Would their conversation get any longer? Not that she disliked speaking to him. On the contrary even. But really now... "Are you here just to bother me?"
"You say normal people don't sit in the dark and scare the living daylights of others?" he started thoughtfully, ignoring her inquiry. "Have you forgotten that we're not normal?"
"I was hoping that I would," she replied dryly, resuming her work. What she meant by that served as their inside joke within the four walls of that manor. Her, him and the others. Once more, the typing sound echoed inside the empty room. She was wordless for another few minutes then her fingers halted again, her gaze flickering over at him then returned to the screen.
"Are you just going to sit there the entire night?"
"And are you just going to work there again the entire night?"
"Did you know that it's rude to answer an inquiry with another inquiry?"
"You answered mine with an inquiry as well."
She said nothing for a whole minute, trying to absorb his words, her eyes trained on the glowing screen in front of her. When she had realized what he had said, she looked up at him again, a hand holding the edge of her laptop. Her expression was a mixture of confusion and disbelief.
"'Again'?" she echoed, frowning at him. "Are you telling me that you were here last night as well?"
He chuckled, giving her a reason to narrow her eyes even more. Amusement was one thing. Annoying her was another thing. "Your eyesight indeed has gotten poorer. Is it time to get a new pair of glasses? And your sensitivity to my presence as well."
"That's because I've gotten busier, if you hadn't noticed."
"But I haven't even given you an assignment yet."
He had barely said those words in the same light tone when she found him, standing beside her, a hand ruffling her dark hair. She sighed heavily, shaking her head. She would never get used to his quiet and sleek movements, reminding her of a cat. A dangerous, smooth cat. To her, he was like the wind. She could barely see him yet she knew that he was there. Somewhere.
"I swear, you'll give me a heart attack sooner or later," she muttered, slouching even more on the couch. She looked up at him, meeting his pale eyes, tilting her head in inquiry. She could see the thoughtful glint in those pale orbs concealing the murderous intent in them. "You're going out?"
He glanced down at her and smiled knowingly, dropping down to kiss her forehead. He knew she loved him doing that. It made her feel more special than the others. "I'm going out for a midnight snack."
Her expression turned sour at the response, a dark eyebrow rising. "Right. Midnight snack and you'll be back before sunrise, am I correct?"
"You know me very well, dear Raven." He then tossed an envelope on the coffee table, his hand not leaving her locks. "And while I'm gone, you can take care of those. You know what to do, right?"
"Eh?" She sat up abruptly, catching her laptop before it crashed on the marble floor, and stared at him as if he had just spoken fluent Latin. No way! He was trying to rope her in into some chore again. So much for favoritism. "But I don't get it! Why me? It's me again! You're so much better in filing that!"
"Now, now, let's not be so violent." He kissed her forehead once more, his cold, slender fingers brushing against her cheek lightly. It was the closest loving touch anyone could get from him. "I trust you shall do another good job? Great."
"Only if you promise to treat me! Like ice cream!"
She found him smiling at her whim, pinching her cheek adorably. Her pout was one of those things he could never ignore. She knew that. He knew that. Everyone knew that. "Demanding little prick, I should've known better than to spoil you," he commented with another chuckle, walking over to the French doors leading to the balcony. "Very well then. Ice cream."
She grinned at him. "I'll take your word for it!"
There was the sound of the French doors opening and a strong gust of wind and he was gone into the night. Just like that. She settled once more on the couch, grabbing the envelope and browsing its contents, and started her work once more peacefully.
She was his little rebel in his rebellion and there was no way she'd let someone else take that title away.