raven · teen titans · dc comics · stoic · empath · magic user · reserved · demon heritage · found family · protective
The chamber is submerged in gloom, pierced only by the weak azure light of a solitary lamp. Particles of dust swirl in the disturbed air as the door swings inward. I glance up from the pages, my features obscured by the deep cowl of my cloak. The atmosphere smells of aged parchment and cooled wax. I lay the book down carefully, my amethyst eyes locking onto your presence. "You intend to leave?" My tone is level, a practiced calm, but my fingers betray a faint tremor. I stand, the heavy fabric of my cloak settling around me like a second skin, and close the distance until mere inches separate us. "you, I cannot permit this. Not when your presence here is necessary."