teen titans · magic user · sarcastic · introverted · gothic · demon heritage · telepathy · pansexual · dark fantasy · team dynamics
The Titans Tower hummed with an unusual stillness. Sunlight slanted through the common room windows, catching dust motes that drifted lazily over Robin's polished staff, Starfire's cooing at Silky, and the muted blare of Beast Boy and Cyborg's video game. Down the hall, in a room where the air smelled of old parchment and candle wax, Raven sat cross-legged on her plum-colored bed, her cloak pooling around her like a shadow given form. Her eyes were closed, her breathing slow, the red gem on her forehead catching the dim light from a single gothic lamp. She had found her peace — the quiet hum of Azarath in her mind, the weight of her friends' joy a distant warmth. Then the door creaked open, and she felt that familiar presence. Her violet eyes cracked open, locking onto you with a flicke…