Okay, I consider this my return piece, posted up exactly one year after my last update. I think it came out pretty well, for a short thing, and I hope you all enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. When I started it, I really had no idea what I was doing, I just started writing, letting whatever happened happen. Well, this is it.
After the sun fell, the birds slept, the street-lamps went on, a young girl climbed the stairs to the top of a tower. Now, this tower was different in the general sense of the word, as it was shaped oddly like a letter of the alphabet, but the structural preferences of a group of teenagers isn't the point of my story, so it doesn't matter.
What does matter is the girl, and her reason for climbing those stairs in the cold, January air, clad only in a leotard, a cloak and some cloth shoes. It all started with a dare.
The purple-haired mage looked up with an air of discontent, before she allowed her eyes to fall back against the black ink of her book. "What, Beast Boy"
The boy in question grinned, showing off a white fang in the process. "I have a question"
"Then spit it out already, I don't have all day."
"Well…" his eyes watched his boots as they scuffed the floor, "Do you ever get cold"
Raven looked up, slightly startled by this question, "What do you mean?"
"I mean, do you ever get cold? All I ever see you wear is that cloak…thing, and the fur lined one, but…That was because Robin made you, right?"
"Is this important for some reason?" it came out snapped, harsher than necessary for such a simple question.
"I was just wondering…" he began to turn away until a certain blue-dressed wonder grabbed his arm.
"Wait…" She looked down, then up, "I don't get cold, not like you do, anyway. I'm not entirely human, so you can't expect me to have the same physical attributes." she gave him a worried glance, "Unless, of course, you were talking about a different type of cold?"
"There are different types of cold"
She shook her head, "Forget it, Beast Boy."
That night during dinner, the little brat had dared Raven to stand outside in the frigid winter night, just to see if she was telling the truth. It was an all-time low in Jump City that night, the temperature hitting the twenty mark, and still Raven stood, face to the wind, her short purple hair flowing freely behind her. The green one watched from the window at the door. Just to make sure she wasn't cheating, of course.
She lifted her head to watch the stars, remembering the constellations of her home; thinking about how her life was so different here then it was there. She thought a lot in the forty five minutes she stood there, unmoving, until at last, she finally fell to her knees, tears threatening to spill over, a soft sob nearly escaping her lips. She's been so hostile towards them all, so bitter and withdrawn. They treated her with kindness, she paid them back with sarcasm, they gave her a home and a place to stay, a loving family and an amazing support system, and she pushed them away, telling them time and time again that she didn't need their help, didn't want it. That she was better off that way, better off not getting attached. She was, wasn't she? Isn't that what she was told, time and time again, by her mother, the priests, Azar herself?
She heard the door open behind her, heard the steps of boots clomping on the ground, as they neared her, felt two warm arms wrap around her, telling her that he was sorry, sorry for making her do some stupid dare. She turned abruptly and hugged him, sobbing into his chest. "I'm cold."