Daddy Issues (Raven)

[eddie]

Eddie hesitated outside her door, not sure how to begin the conversation much less what he would say. He could only imagine what was going through her head, he couldn’t begin to understand it, but he could try to at least a little bit. He knew all too well what it was like to fight instinct, to fight your emotions and loose.

He rung his hands together and couldn't help but feel like this was a lot harder then he was making it. He took a deep breath and tried to think what Gar would do in this situation. He was already far more apt at handling his girlfriend. Beast Boy always seemed to know just what to say. Don't over think this...get in there and just talk with her.

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Blowing out a breath he could feel the heat on his tongue and see the smoke as it dribbled out of his mouth and went up around the sides of his face. He used to hate the sent but it had grown on him, it was like cigar smoke with a bit more of a heeder smell. He raised his hand and knocked and wasn't terribly surprised when he didn't get an answer. Against his better judgment he tried the knob, to see if it was locked or not.

"Raven...I think we should talk...about the whole Tara thing," he said loudly enough so he could be heard over the thick wood of the door, but low enough to not wake anyone. He wasn’t sure what more he could do other than waiting to see, if she would be willing to talk to him, to really talk about what happened. He was probably one of the only ones next to Gar that would be able to fully understand; at least he wanted to be one of those few.

It was cover at least to those that might over hear, but it was a good one. He didn’t want to broadcast that he wanted to talk to her about her father. He knew she might be shaken about it fact, he’d been able to smell it for a while now, but he hadn’t the best opportunity to talk to her about it. It was late well after a lot of the time others went to bed, but on a hunch and a gut feeling he was here outside her door in the middle of the night hoping to talk and not look like he was trying to move in on Gar’s girl, that wasn’t the case at all, but things were often never portrayed correctly. Oh the life of a teenager wasn’t glamorous at all, especially when you could spit fire and your skin was red hot.
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[Raven]

The wall had many scorch marks on it. Even though she was refuted into her standing state, her skin still was a bit hot and because of this, the times she tried to hold herself up on the wall was causing it to slightly tint with flame. These scorch marks over varying runes. It had taken her four hours to get them up and when they were placed there, for the time being, she was cut off. Special runes for cutting off psionic potential going out or going in. It was a rare form of dark magic meant to seal in religious prophets and seers who saw the evil that the religious "leaders" were causing with their testaments. Now, it was a confines. Keeping the reach of her father and her brothers out of her head and out of contact. A haven so she could repair the damage that was done. And more importantly, silence so she could beat herself up repeatedly for losing control. The silence to let her wallow in her mistake. This was the Raven way after all, any mistake she made was usually treated internally. This however, was much more than a mistake. This was a far cry from all of that. She let her brother's and her own anger pull out her demonic origin. And she nearly killed her friends because of it. Her friends who tried and trusted her and now, shattered again. Always back to square one, always getting so close to finding solace for her "destiny" and her evil before in a moment, it's ripped from her. Left torn away from her once more.

"What am I doing here?"

Raven muttered out towards herself as she reflected on everything that happened when she heard a knock on the door. She pondered what they wanted? Were they here to reprimand her? The situation warranted it well enough she knew that for sure. And then, she heard Eddie's voice ring out into her room. Eddie wanted to talk to her? Was it a talk or a reprimand. She couldn't feel him outside the mystically enclosed room but, she was familiar enough with tones to know that wasn't what he was here for. Pity perhaps? Sympathy? She wasn't sure but one way or another, it was something different.

"Go away...........Wait."

Her reflexive guttural response came out, her natural inclination to shut herself away spoke out before she could even contemplate whether it was something she wanted and then, realizing this after a moment, she called out for him to wait in an exasperated tone, as sort of an apology for the lashing manner of her first comment. She pondered to herself whether she wanted to talk to him. What good would it do? And then, that word came out. Good. To embrace the good and this wasn't a spiteful or lashing meeting. Eddie's tone seemed concerned. Like he wished to help. It was a "Good" reason. Maybe this was the best time to start going for it completely. With a flick of her wrist, the sound of a mechanical unlock could be heard.

"It's open."

[eddie]

Eddie was to put it simply very, very surprised to hear the click of a latch. He took a deep breath studying himself, before he used the tips of his fingers to twist the latch. He was careful to hopefully avoid melting her door knob. As he entered her room moving it closed with the heel of his bare foot. He took a breath, drawing the scents of the room with him. His golden eyes went to her looking over her still smoldering skin, the heat that came off the runes that were painted on her body. He didn’t need to look at the walls to know they held scorch marks, his room sometimes held similar markings at times when his temperature was high enough that he couldn’t control it, high levels of emotions, they could range from anything. His body had gotten so white hot that his reflection in the mirror had startled himself and he’d tripped over whatever had been on the floor and put his hand and fore arm through the wall in mere moments thanks to heat he exerted.

The glowing runes on her skin had him take a few steps into the room, his golden eyes worried. Her body was too hot to sit down, to do anything other than stand and she was exhausted. He carefully stepped over to her and held out his hand to her. He had to concentrate, his external temperature of his skin cooling to bearable human levels, it was still high 102, but it wasn’t hot enough that he’d give her any burns. “Lean on me Raven, you can trust me…” he said his voice low, but it held a hesitation in its depth. He wasn’t worried about her burning him, that wasn’t very likely, but no he was worried that perhaps she didn’t trust him, perhaps none of them do or they didn’t once they found out how he really got his powers and what they would mean in the next few years.

“Do those hurt?” he asked hesitantly his tail lashing the side in a small sign of his nervousness as he waited to see what she would do. He breathed out slowly feeling the internal heat bubble up as he expelled a breath of air. He gave her room a slow look over, looking to see if there was anything he might be able to help her sit on that wouldn’t catch fire, but she didn’t have anything. He thought of how he’d breach the subject about what happened with Cassie, while he may not like the brash blonde, he felt she was partly to blame, what right did she think, she had to interfere like she had. What the older Titans did was none of her business none at all. They had a sort of code and they needed to figure it out, they had a hierarchy and they were on the bottom and he was fine with that. That being said the blonde brought out the worst in him, the demons he kept buried, and perhaps it wasn’t her but that damn armor she had.

[Raven]

Raven simply stood there, continuing her gaze as she felt Eddie enter the room. As the door closed, the seal was reapplied. In that moment afterward, she could get a feel on Eddie's emotional state and how he felt now that he was in the confines of the runes rather than out. Much less than normal due to her heavily holding her empathy back intentionally because what it already did. Even in this room. She knew she illicit emotions from others they didn't even know they had. Merely the level they felt them was beyond them. Cass, Tara, everyone. She felt the darkness that swept and was powerless against it. Raven heard what Eddie told her and contemplated the entirety of the matter. The Runes on herself and the runes, until the ones on her skin dissipated, they would have her location. And yet she knew they didn't simply go away with a wish. It took time. And her friends didn't deserve to go through Jacob, Jesse, and Jared again. Nor could they. Even the artifacts only held so much power against Raven because she held herself back. Only the ring and fang could harm them now and Raven pondered what could be done.

"You can't handle physical contact with me right now. Even I can't handle contact with myself."

Raven said, the tone in her voice clearly in self-blame. Granted Eddie probably wouldn't actually feel the heat or be affected by her empathic powers while they were so locked in. Raven didn't want to chance it in this case and simply stared into the wall, as if it had the answers to her problems. Staring into it as if everything would be healed, all the damage she caused. All the trauma she delivered to her own friends. Again. And then, while trying to embrace the good, she took a moment and actually turned around, looking towards Eddie looking towards him. You didn't need to be an Empath to see every emotion she was feeling right now and who could really blame them. And then, she came out and said it.

"I nearly killed them.....both of them.....and I was aware the entire time and yet.....couldn't stop it from happening.....I don't belong here....I don't belong anywhere....I....I..."

Raven said outwards towards Eddie in a sort of despair as suddenly, her exhaustion took it's toll on her. Her legs gave in from herself, the room spun and her face made a direct beeline for the floor. In that same instant, the runes on herself and the walls vanished, the runes actually being held by her own powers as double safeties. Showing just how much she was exerting herself to contain herself for such a long period after being pushed in the incident. She simply pushed herself too far and her body collapsed forward. despair taking her over, these emotions would now be felt on contact though not overwhelming. She simply didn't have anything left and just fell forward into the direction of the floor. And for the first time in a long time, tears fell from her face as it began to overwhelm her internally.

[eddie]

"Raven, listen you know..."

Eddie had been about to continue when he felt the change. When he'd been able to tell the difference, feel the change, the drop of energy. He had taken another step towards her, before he found her body going forward, heading straight for a meeting with the floor. He was rushing forward, he slid on his side knowing grabbing for her at regular height wouldn't have worked. His feet collided with her dresser as he gave a hiss of pain, as his arms curled around her form, protecting her from the pleasant headache she'd have likely had, had he not reacted.

He felt her emotions, the moment he'd come into contact, he felt the despair she felt and he looked down at her with a shake of his head, his white locks trailing down his back as he sighed softly. "Raven," he muttered to himself, as he took in her youthful features, sometimes their was no getting away from the past. It always came back to haunt you, but despite that, she was thriving, being who she wanted to be. They would fall it was in their nature, such is the way of the beast they try to stuff in a closet and never let out, sometimes the beast wins.

He didn't immediately move, as he was sure moving her was the best thing, perhaps it would be best to let her come too. He continued to speak, to say what he'd been about to, he wasn't sure she'd be able to hear him, but maybe she could. It'd make him feel better to think she was listening to him, better then sitting there in an awkward silence with himself.

"Raven, you know, your friends want you here, you belong here, your home is here, with the Titans, with Gar." he leaned carefully against the side of her bed, moving her so his body heat would help keep her warm, he wasn't sure what her body did when those runes stopped working, they were hot enough to scorch the walls, but none of their heat could get through his own, making him immune to such things.

"We all loose control, sometimes that inner darker desires we have win, but we can't let a few slip ups define who we are. When we slip we have to trust that those around use will be able to handle it and know what to do. They will help us Raven, we have to have faith in them that, they will always help us, that they will come, that they will not abandon us."

He told her, letting his gaze travel around her room, he was curious to see how some of this worked, he'd never been in Raven's room before. His golden eyes went back to Raven's glowing runes on her body, they seemed to be starting to either flicker or fade, he couldn't quite tell, and he wasn't sure what it meant.

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