A/N- I don't own the TT. Same deal as my other sentences, request and ye might receive.
Story By StormDancer
He though his jokes worked totally as a mask, but then he realized she was never surprised when his maturity showed through.
They were both often encapsulated into colors (green, black), so she was the only one who didn't comment when he began tow ear only cloths that clashed with his skin.
Their early morning flights were often the highlights of their days; both knew the need to sometimes run and run and run until they could maybe leave themselves behind.
People thought she was cold and ungentle, but he had talked to the animals she silently nursed back to health in the obscurity of her room and knew the truth.
When they met, kindred spirits recognized each other- they were both fleeing more than just enemies.
Everyone knew why Robin was so jealous of Aqualad; what none of them realized was not all of Beast Boy's envy was professional.
He would never admit it, but half the reason he loved getting her mad was because she looked so hot when angry.
He knew all her cracks about his intelligence were only teasing, because when he sincerely wanted to learn her patience was infinite.
People thought she was ice, he knew she was all the warmth and comfort of a fire.
He forgot she was raised by pacifists until he, predator bred and made, made the lethal shot she refused to give.
Beast Boy sometimes thought she was the perfect predator: cold, swift, silent, and deadly.
Her demon blood made it impossible for her to contract fevers, so she didn't understand why her face suddenly felt so warm after he entered the room.
The whole team told him to get over Terra, some pityingly and some sympathetically, but it was Raven who took him out of her cave when he had cried himself sick.
Beast Boy sometimes wondered if Terra had seen what was between him and Raven even then, and if that had made her leave.
She taunted him, was cruel and cold and unfeeling- but she never laughed at him.
He was pretty she pulled him way from his rock for the same reason he liberated her from her room.
He gazed at the sea and thought of her
No one knew that a raven was his favorite form.
The fights were bad- but the resolutions made it all worthwhile.
Neither felt as freakish in the other's company
He knew he didn't like Raven because he still loved Terra; he just hated all the guys she danced with because they didn't deserve the privilege.
The first time he saw her in a dress, she got annoyed because he didn't say anything; what she didn't know was that was because he had no breath left with which to speak.
She wasn't made for fairy tales, but that was okay because Beast Boy was no knight anyway.
Terra, Beast Boy decided before Raven's kiss took all thoughts away, was nothing compared to this.
They said he wore his heart on his sleeve, but she knew better.
The giant chicken had been faithfully found and repaired and now it resided regally under her bed, or at least it had until the nightmares came.
His emotions were so pure they almost hurt, but it was a good kind of pain.
He started paying more attention to what she was reading when he found a copy of Animorphs on the coffee table with her name painstakingly printed on the inside cover.
Her gentle herbal scent was a welcome relief for his overly sensitive nose.
She would never be demonstrative, but just knowing she was there was enough.
She knew he lied when he called her beautiful, but from him she didn't mind.
He never told her how much it hurt that she had hugged Robin after The End and not him.
Raven was only glad once that Terra could do something she couldn't.
He loved the way her head, despite her penchant for the dark, turned instinctively towards the sun.
Terra would never have understood what it was like to have a Beast within, but Raven did, all too well.
No matter what else happened, they swore as the world fell to pieces around them, they'd always be friends.
If she didn't get the pressures of a demanding father, well, he didn't understand the evils of a demon dad either.
They were similar enough to understand each other, but different enough not to realize it.
Sometimes she was like a statue: beautiful, cold, and untouchable.
"Someone," he cried into the darkness Terra had dropped him into, "Is anyone there?" and then she answered, and he could go on.
HE held her lifeless body in his arms, and all he could think was the simple mantra: 'She can't be dead. She can't.'
Beast Boy's worst fear was being left behind; she always waited.
The Beast had only ever wanted one mate: her.
No one believed them when they said they were going out, but that was okay, because they could hardly believe it either.
She taught him to appreciate silence; she learned to embrace noise.
She could read him, even without empathy, so instead of letting him wallow in indecision she simply kissed him and put all his doubts to rest.
47) No One
"No one can love a Beast," he spat, all feral fury, but she calmly replied, "And no one can love a half demon either."
Terra's playfulness had invited him to even more restlessness, but Raven's implacable serenity was sometimes the only thing that could calm him down.
He fell in love with her the first time he heard her laugh.
Only she could chase away the nightmares with her healer's touch.