A/N Uh . . . cause I'm broke, I kind of read a TT comic in B&N today. No, I don't know the number or anything. It was about this 13-year-old cult leader who'd brought Raven back to life and the TT brought her home . . . yeah, but at the near-end BB was holding Raven.
Disclaimer: I couldn't even buy the damn comic.
I was in a body again.
I have no hair. My head feels lighter. My hood brushes against my ears, and there's no whisper of hair around them.
The Titans . . . why have they accepted me again? After the things I did? Especially when they know I could easily do them again.
Why is Gar accepting me again? Why is he showing me a room, like this is no big deal? "It's a little bare bones right now." He says. He lists a few things, things that sound nice, that I could put in there.
He remembered my incense.
Such a small, insignificant thing . . .
Incense.
I feel it somewhere in my chest, an emotion I deny having. A buildup of . . . what is this? I am . . . touched.
". . . perfect." Is the last word in my responding sentence. And I actually mean it. This feels so perfect, after being chained in that stone prison, with that sick child who spoke of marrying me.
The next thing I know . . . I'm in his arms.
Gar is holding me, carefully, as though he fears I'll push him away. I should too. After a moment, he holds tighter, either understanding or maybe taking advantage of my non-resistance.
But . . . I really don't want to resist.
I feel his chest moving in and out, his heartbeat steady against my ear.
He smells nice.
Familiar.
And this . . .
This is perfect too.
A/N Geez, that was short.