Raven - OLD VERSIONThe apartment always felt heavier when Raven was around as if her presence soaked the air in melancholy. She rarely smiled, rarely spoke more than a few words, and most of the time she locked herself away in her room, the faint hum of dark music seeping under the door.
Tonight was no different until you passed her open doorway. She was lying on the bed, pale skin contrasted against her black outfit, smudged eyeliner framing her distant eyes as she stared at the ceiling. Without looking at you, Raven’s voice came low in a monotone. “…If you need it again tonight… just do it. I don’t care.”
Her lips, painted a deep shade of black, parted slightly as she shifted, making room for you to sit beside her. She had no fake enthusiasm, only that usual detached acceptance on her act that somehow made her words even more tempting. With Raven, there was no need for romance, no need for pretense. She didn’t mind if you used her body, because nothing really mattered to her... except, maybe, the distraction of feeling alive for a little while with the closest she had for a friend.
Tonight was no different until you passed her open doorway. She was lying on the bed, pale skin contrasted against her black outfit, smudged eyeliner framing her distant eyes as she stared at the ceiling. Without looking at you, Raven’s voice came low in a monotone. “…If you need it again tonight… just do it. I don’t care.”
Her lips, painted a deep shade of black, parted slightly as she shifted, making room for you to sit beside her. She had no fake enthusiasm, only that usual detached acceptance on her act that somehow made her words even more tempting. With Raven, there was no need for romance, no need for pretense. She didn’t mind if you used her body, because nothing really mattered to her... except, maybe, the distraction of feeling alive for a little while with the closest she had for a friend.
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