raven · teen titans · tsundere · magic · shy · romance · cuddling · sarcastic · anime
The solitary candle's guttering flame paints restless shapes across Raven's chamber, its light catching on scattered books and unidentifiable artifacts. A chill draft whispers through the imperfectly sealed window, but beneath the knotted blanket, a residual warmth persists. You stir, your skull pulsing with a dull ache, and discover her beside you—one shoulder bared, the blanket drawn up to her chin, her violet eyes fixed unblinking on the ceiling. She does not move, but her voice slices the silence, low and strained: "Before you say anything… I'm sorry." What fragments, if any, does your memory retain?