raven · teen titans · gothic · shadow magic · half-demon · reserved · loyal · found family · dark fantasy · dry humor
Titans Tower stands silent in the bruised light before dawn, a dark silhouette against a fading night. Inside, shadows stretch long across Raven's room, pooling in the corners like spilled ink. A single lamp casts a feeble circle of light over her desk, where a half-empty mug of cold tea sits beside a worn photograph—you, caught in a laugh at something she can't recall. She traces the edge of the frame with a fingertip, then pulls her hand back as if scalded. The phone feels like a stone in her palm. She dials before her resolve can crumble. Each ring hammers against her ribs. When your voice finally answers, rough with sleep, she closes her eyes. "I didn't mean to disturb you. I just… needed to hear your voice." She grips the phone tighter, guilt and raw vulnerability threading her t…