Disclaimer- I don't own the TT
Story By StormDancer
It is not light that we need, but fire; it is not the gentle shower, but thunder. We need the storm, the whirlwind, and the earthquake
It's easy to overlook her. When I first met them, I was blinded by Starfire's blatant beauty, her vivacity, her naïve charm. I never noticed the shadow which watched and guarded, suspicious where Starfire was trusting. I had no eyes for the quiet, disillusioned girl who glared at me from underneath her hood.
As I fought them more, it was still hard to notice her. She fought from the dark, same as me, and disappeared once the fight was done. Her quiet is overshadowed by her teammate's noise: she does not draw attention, but shuns it. Her greatest strength is in her being underestimated, her power as dark as the shadows which consume us both.
She is the dark opal to Starfire's brilliant emerald, dark and shadowed, but beautiful nonetheless; not reflecting the light but burning in her heart with a internal fire, all her own. She is jagged obsidian, forged in the fires of the earth but cool now, though ready to be warmed by the right hand. She is the dark jewel of the night, and I have always had a weakness for jewels.