My Fiction. My Blog. My Life:After braving the vast world of the internet with fanfictions, I've decided to expand my portfolio with short stories, blog posts, and snippets of my novel.
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Chapter 3Raven glanced to her left, scanning the skyline. They had a beautiful view from the tower, but it was always different being able to see their tower mixed into the landscape. This view had normally come with a hefty price. But being Titans, and Gar being the social butterfly he was, he had procured them the only table on the private balcony. “How’s the food?” He asked. Raven looked back down to the appetizer she was picking at, slowly, savoring the evening. It was sadly rare the two of them had time alone together. Their relationship was different than hers was with the others. They had common ground with their dangerous and sometimes uncontrollable powers. And through puberty, he had come to truly appreciate her struggle to control her emotions and their effect on her powers. He had experienced it firsthand, and deep down it had changed him. “It’s delicious,” Raven smiled at him, “thank you for bringing me here.”
“Of course, beautiful.” They were bathed in the warm light of several candles, and what was left of the moon. Gar was leaning back in his chair, dress shirt partly unbuttoned and sleeved rolled up. And smiling serenely at Raven. “We actually saved the owner’s wife once. I talked with him after the cops took over, he invited me up here a few times.” “Oh, do you bring all your dates up here then?” She replied coyly. “Heh,” He casually rubbed his cheek, “no, you’re the first. I have eaten with his family a few times though.” Raven smile brightened a bit. Of course he would, ironically the shape shifter was considered the most human of them all. He had a casual easy way about him and people found him to be the most ‘normal’ of the bunch. “I don’t remember him.” The owner had been the one to seat them. “But you tend to stick around after fights longer than I do.” Although she hadn’t meant any remorse, Gar’s smile slipped a tad. He leaned forward, placing his elbows on the table and closing the gap between them a surprising amount. “I know you prefer to decompress after a fight by yourself, which is why I left you alone the rest of that night. But I hope I’m able to give you a bit of uplifting. I hate to see you down, but I also know it’s kind of part of the deal.” The smile he gave her was reassuring and a bit hopeful. “You’re energy is so vastly different than mine sometimes. It’s nice to even just be around you.” She drew tiny circles absentmindedly on the rim of her glass. She felt at ease in the warm autumn night, and barely let her voice raise above a whisper. He feigned wiping away a tear to lighten the mood, and layered on a fake southern accent. “Well now ma’am, that’s gotta be the sweetest darn thing you ever said to me.” He got her to chuckle a bit, but Raven’s eyes met his with a meaningful look. “You know, I don’t have to decompress alone. You could try meditating again.” She taunted him. Gar let out a fake groan, but then perked up. “Hey, I did manage to stay awake last time. That’s an improvement. It does calm me down I admit,” his eyes darted to their main meal being brought out, and he leaned back, “though that could be because I generally get a good nap in.” He winked at her and thanked the waiter…in Italian. And continued on with a few more sentences. Raven’s eyes widened in shock and she raised an eyebrow at him. But he merely winked at her again and said another thank you to the waiter. She was admittedly impressed. “Hmm,” she hummed. “Well, thank you for dinner and getting me out into society, I think it was what I needed.” Gar had already began eating, and slowly reached the spoon back up to his mouth upside down. Raven couldn’t help but watch as he licked the inside curl of the spoon off, and heard a deep moan of enjoyment rumble through him. His green eyes were locked on her with that sultry desire. Finally releasing the spoon, he spoke, “I told you Rae, I’m here to make sure you enjoy your night. And that included anything you might need.” He drew the word ‘anything’ out in a suggestive manner. Raven realized her mouth had been hanging slightly open. She quickly cleared her throat and tried to give a quick “good” but knew she squeaked a tad. Raven bit her lip, swirling the pasta onto her fork. There were more than a few things she needed, and all of them he could probably give her.
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