(Very loosely inspired by another tumblr post, I’m sorry I can’t remember which one. BBRae. Romance/Humor. Unadulterated fluff. Rated T for titans lmao jk rated T for strong sexual implications)
Okay, in reality Raven is fairly certain that no one has the slightest inkling. Already struggling enough coming to terms with the situation on her own without the added anxieties and other unpleasant emotions which will come along with three extra meddling parties, she knows it’s best if it stays between just the two of them for now. It’s for her sanity. (Which he already threatens enough by himself.)
And yet, despite all her efforts (and his non-efforts) to keep it quiet (on the down low, he loves to amend), despite her ability to physically feel what the others are feeling, she still worries that everyone knows.
"Nobody knows, Rae. Besides, why would you care if they did? Don’t I meet your standards?"
In the glass of her handheld mirror she can see the source of all her worldly troubles shifting on her bed, assaulting her with the saddest face he can muster. His lip quivers and when he meets her gaze in the reflection shallow lines form under his eyes. But the actual emotions she feels radiating from him are far warmer. Emotions tend to surround people like suspended lakes—like personal snow globes. Right now Garfield’s is a shake-up of contentment snowflakes. A little bit of sleepiness, undertoned with comfort. The dark quilt on her mattress all but consumes his long, lanky limbs in its folds, except his feet, which stick out the bottom. (Your bed is too freaking small, he loves to whine.)
Raven catches a smile tugging at her mouth in the mirror and dutifully tucks it away again before resuming the steady brush strokes through her tangled hair.