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Raven | DC’s Bombshells #54

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The feeling of another empath's eyes upon her is something she's never fully experienced, at least, in such an isolated incident such as this. Usually she would use her soul self to shield all from seeing her, but she can't do that here. Or perhaps, she unconsciously chooses not to protect herself from such a demure being as Mantis.

She too can feel it all, doesn't matter that they aren't in physical contact. That would make it unbearable.

The Madonna. How quaint. Eyes follow the gesture though Raven takes a moment to feel the dimension around her, the subtly collapsing walls of Azarath and feels a sorrow seep through her. The question is posed and draws the demoness' attention back. "It would be best to leave sooner rather than later. Let's get to your ship, then think of a safehouse you know of. If you'd allow me to see it within your memories, I'll take us there."

She watches the other with a tilt of her head – unafraid of the dark energy enveloping Raven's form. Mantis can sense inner turmoil within her, the push and pull of a soul at constant war with itself. In this moment, the Celestial hybrid feels a twinge of concern.

If this dimension is dying... why are you here?

"Yes. The Madonna." Her index finger lifts in the air, trailing over the horizon until it stops. "I left it... there!" Her hand falls, wide eyes meet the other's. There is a quiet intensity in the way Raven looks at everything around her, coupled with the subtle confidence of someome who knows they wield immense power. "When should we leave? You know this realm better than I do. Is it safe to stay until the morning?"

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the dark and the light united "for real this time" Titans #21 by John Layman and Pete Woods

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Raven💜

Raven appreciation post.

Raven throughout the years.

These are just my favorite variations of her.

(I happen to cosplay her as well. I may post those later.💞)

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Finding a kindred spirit shouldn't be this easy. She knows from her own travels across the cosmos that witches are far more uncommon among the Earth dwellers, shamans and other mystical beings on other worlds are more easy to come by. This woman's magic is soft and warm, like the steady glow from a hearth. Yet their sorrow is shared.

Raven's own people, her own place of living, is gone.

And while this woman did nothing to herald this destruction upon her village, Raven will do whatever it takes to protect her from more bloodshed.

"You're welcome." Voice is smooth and steady, unwavering. The demoness allows one arm to wrap around the other's shoulders as she droops against the mossy floor, to offer a silent strength within her own form. "You're not intruding, Kiara, only seeking safety." She can sense something far off in the distance, and a gentle throb in the center of her forehead, the gem holding the spirit of her father, making his presence known among all this hatred.

Deep breaths. I remain good. I remain strong.

Eyes open and she focuses back on Kiara. "May I help?"

She can feel the power radiating off the other woman, and despite the fact that she could clearly wield far more formidable magic than Kiara could ever dream of, the young Druid feels nothing but relief. Surely, whatever this woman's attitude towards her people, the knights would be their shared enemy?

Oh. She blinks in surprise as her chin is taken into the other's hand, but she does as she is bid - keeping perfectly still and letting her inspect her. A calmness suddenly settles upon her, the fear dissolving into nothing but a memory, and she knows that this stranger is - somehow - responsible for the abrupt change in her emotions.

But it's a very much welcomed relief, to be able to think clearly past the innate drive to survive that had fuelled her through the forest, and her shoulders droop inwards as she places her palms against the cool, mossy ground.

"Thank you," she murmurs, gazing at her saviour with curiosity. "My name is Kiara. I...apologise for intruding."

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"I can't very well leave you here, now can I?" Raven's response is immediate alongside a tender smile, perhaps one could even coin it playful. The other's smile, so sweet, is mildly infectious. Mantis has a glow to her aura, flickering like a firefly. The demoness watches her for a moment more, turning then to take in the glimmering illusion of the home she aught to let rest.

"The seams are fragile. I can feel them ripping even as we speak. I'm not so heartless to leave anyone to the fate of a dying dimension."

Dark gaze turns back to the girl, how her antenna sway here or there. It's endearing. "I assume you came with a ship?"

Raven's words pierce through her heart like a dagger – the portal is... gone? How is Mantis going to return home? A twinge of panic and a pang of worry lurk in the back of her mind, and Mantis dips her head.

But then Raven speaks again, and Mantis' eyes tick up to meet hers in disbelief.

"Would you do that?" Mantis asks, innocence all over her expression, brimming in her voice. She smiles. "Truly?"

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Reblog if you don’t ignore rps and asks but sometimes it takes you a while to think of a response, or you only have time to answer a question or two before doing other things.

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𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝  ,  𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡  𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞  .     ݁˖ ❀ ⋆｡˚        a  series  of  romantic  gesture  prompts  inspired  by  historical  fiction,  period  dramas,  classic  fairytales,  poetry,  and  more.  will  likely  be  updated  in  the  future,  so  please  do  not  add  onto  this.

[   HAND   ]     ,     sender  kisses  receiver's  hand.

[   COURTESY   ]     ,     receiver  kisses  sender's  hand.

[   KNUCKLES   ]     ,     sender  kisses  receiver's  knuckles.

[   AFFECTION   ]     ,     receiver  kisses  sender's  knuckles.

[   TENDER   ]     ,     sender  kisses  receiver's  forehead/temple.

[   CARE   ]     ,     receiver  kisses  sender's  forehead/temple.

[   LIPS   ]     ,     sender  kisses  receiver  on  the  mouth.

[   SEALED   ]     ,     receiver  kisses  sender  on  the  mouth.

[   HUG   ]     ,     sender  hugs  receiver  close.

[   EMBRACE   ]     ,     receiver  hugs  sender  close.

[   KNEEL   ]     ,     sender  gets  down  on  one  knee.

[   REVERENCE   ]     ,     receiver  gets  down  on  one  knee.

[   OFFER   ]     ,     sender  offers  their  arm  for  receiver  to  join  them  somewhere.

[   JOIN   ]     ,     receiver  offers  their  arm  for  sender  to  join  them  somewhere.

[   ENVELOPE   ]     ,     sender  writes  receiver  a  love  letter.

[   LETTER   ]     ,     receiver  writes  sender  a  love  letter.

[   FLOWERS   ]     ,     sender  gifts  receiver  flowers.

[   BOUQUET   ]     ,     receiver  gifts  sender  flowers.

[   DANCE   ]     ,     sender  asks  receiver  to  dance.

[   WALTZ   ]     ,     receiver  asks  sender  to  dance

[   SILENCE   ]     ,     sender  and  receiver  enjoy  a  quiet  moment  together  without  conversation.

[   READ   ]     ,     sender  reads  to  receiver.

[   STORY   ]     ,     receiver  reads  to  sender.

[   CARRY   ]     ,     sender  carries  receiver  in  their  arms.

[   LIFT   ]     ,   receiver  carries  sender  in  their  arms.

[   HUG   ]     ,     sender  hugs  receiver  close. 

[   INTERLOCKED   ]     ,     sender  holds  receiver's  hand.

[   INTERWOVEN   ]     ,     receiver  holds  sender's  hand.

[   GENTLE   ]     ,     sender  holds  receiver's  face  in  their  hands.

[   CRADLE   ]     ,     receiver  holds  sender's  face  in  their  hands.

[   CONVERSE   ]     ,     sender  has  an  intimate  conversation  with  receiver.

[   SHARE   ]     ,     receiver  has  an  intimate  conversation  with  sender.

[   COOK   ]     ,     sender  cooks  a  meal  for  receiver.

[   CHEF   ]     ,     receiver  cooks  a  meal  for  sender.

[   POEM   ]     ,     sender  writes  a  poem  for  receiver.

[   ODE   ]     ,     receiver  writes  a  poem  for  sender.

[   GIFT   ]     ,     sender  gives  receiver  a  gift  (  specify  ).

[   PRESENT   ]     ,     receiver  gives  receiver  a  gift  (  specify  ).

[   HOLD   ]     ,     sender  and  receiver  cuddle  together.

[   BACK   ]     ,     sender  gives  receiver  a  back  rub.

[   MASSAGE   ]     ,   receiver  gives  sender  a  back  rub.

[   ASSIST   ]     ,     sender  helps  receiver  put  on  a  piece  of  clothing  or  jewellery. 

[   HELP   ]     ,     receiver  helps  sender  put  on  a  piece  of  clothing  or  jewellery. 

[   RAINFALL   ]     ,     sender  kisses  and/or  dances  with  receiver  in  the  rain.

[   DOWNPOUR   ]     ,     receiver  kisses  and/or  dances  with  sender  in  the  rain.

[   BASKET   ]     ,     sender  and  receiver  share  a  private  picnic.

[   WORSHIP   ]     ,     sender  kisses  and/or  touches  receiver's  body  with  reverence.

[   DEVOTION   ]     ,     receiver  kisses  and/or  touches  sender's  body  with  reverence.

[   ALTAR   ]     ,     sender  watches  receiver  walk  down  the  aisle  towards  them.

[   AISLE   ]     ,     receiver  watches  sender  as  they  walk  down  the  aisle  towards  them.

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By the Phantom Painter

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Raven can taste the confusion coming off Mantis and finds it slightly amusing. She can hide the soft smile playing on her lips but she feels instantly she must step in to quell it.

"You must have stumbled upon a portal or a wormhole to find yourself here. I cannot fault you for it, nor do I judge you for wandering. Don't be troubled, Mantis. If I didn't want you here, you wouldn't be." She didn't intend to speak so cryptically or in such veiled threats, but perhaps she is on edge.

Yet she speaks so innocently and Raven can't help but take a step nearer, though no more. "Please, don't leave. I doubt the portal you fell through exists anymore, so I'll take you back myself. If that's alright with you. I'll see you home safely once we're ready." The space around Azarath is unstable, so the girl will have more of a fighting chance with her either way.

Azarath. Jet black eyes dart around looking for something, anything that feels familiar to her, but Mantis ends up being more confused than before. She has never been here.

When Raven speaks again, Mantis blinks, and then her eyes widen. She feels a twinge of worry in the back of her mind, and Mantis bows her head timidly. Color blooms in her cheeks, eyes squeezing shut.

"Oh... Oh, forgive me. I did not mean to intrude. I shall leave immediately, if I must." Words are spoken with a steady voice despite the shame turning her cheeks hot.

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His disappointment is palpable, a taste lingering like a fog clinging to them. Raven can't help but smile softly, feeling both things equally strong coming off him. The disappointment and something like awe but wary acceptance. Given the information the guards presented to her, she isn't surprised. More like intrigued that he is allowing this in the first place. A wiser, more stubborn King would've run, would've refused the touch of a witch and endured through pain and unnatural degradation. But clearly, Cenred is different.

"That is merely an estimate. There is powerful magic embedded within you, and it only responds to a witch's pull. I could stop here and you'd simply have to live with a parasitic power the remainder of your life, if you'd prefer." Usually speaking so bluntly offers a glimpse into the affliction and grants her an amusement of his reaction. Yet she moves on, her voice this whole time smooth and calm. "I do not require assurance on payment, but I do appreciate it, my lord."

And yet his allowance of her touch, physical true touch this time, is admirable. Raven offers the barest hint of a smile before dipping her pointer finger into the salve and slowly rubbing in over the scar. "It will be more chilled when you apply it. Just be sure to make it even, don't drench it." Movements are careful and tender, knowing of his perception and trying to combat it. "Twice a day for the first week, once for another. This will last you that long, and should you need more, come to me for a supply on an as needed basis."

His expression turns wary as she hisses, and he wonders if his prognosis is worse than originally thought. But she recovers quickly, and he decides not to distract her while she's making those interesting hand gestures above his body. It's probably in his best interest if she keeps perfectly focused.

Two or three more sessions? More than he was hoping for, but far preferable to dying. "Very well." His lips quip upwards as he watches the potion float towards them: despite the fact magic had gotten him into this situation in the first place, he still cannot help but feel slightly awed each time he sees it used so casually. "I assure you that you will be paid handsomely for your work." He doesn't want to consider what the consequences might be for him if the treatment fails.

He appreciates her question - he never enjoys feeling vulnerable, and particularly not in front of strangely powerful women - but he gestures for her to continue. "You can. It'll show me how much I need to apply once I am back in the palace."