30Kisses Theme Ficlets
Robin/Raven
By Kysra
Theme #1 (look over here): Blue
His eyes are blue. Simply, beautiful, blue. Not the midnight blue of her cloak or the sky blue of a sunlit day or even the metallic blue of Cyborg's tech. They are a blue that defies definition or explanation because they are a color hidden to all.
She has never seen them, never had their weight rest upon her in any discernible fashion; but she knows their warmth and violence, how they flash when his anger wishes to spill over and the black fog of hatred hangs like a diseased cloud around him. There is a sadness in them, even when they smile and twinkle beneath the mask, even when they brighten, invisible, always guarded.
His soul is in his eyes, and it is blue as well, a lovely soothing periwinkle or a stormy, bruised blueberry. Soft but durable, substantial, it is always reaching, pouring out of him in clear waves like the waters of some tropical paradise - bold, strong, fluid, and flexible. There rests his intuition and flows the overdeveloped vein of courage and determination that makes him him.
And the spirit, that shifting blue of his emotions, his spirit calls to her in the day, cradles her in the night, the drift of it's pull coaxing her like forgotten phantom kisses. It is a drugging thing. He is a drugging thing, and she is aware that he knows of his effect on her. He knows that she can see his eyes despite their ever-present black and white covering. They seek her when her own violet eyes close, find her when she least expects it.
"Raven!"
His voice, loud and jovial, causes her to gasp and fall hard to the ground, thoroughly breaking the meditative trance she had been in while contemplating the spectrum of blue shades. Shaking her head, she schools her features into a glare as her head swivels to one side.
"Look over here." His voice is closer now, the blue wrapping around her in tickling silk strands of amusement.
Her head turns to find him at her shoulder. His smile is instantaneous, and she is momentarily thunderstruck by the impression of intuitive navy stamped into her mind.
His eyes are blue. Simply, beautiful, blue. Not the midnight blue of her cloak or the sky blue of a sunlit day or even the metallic blue of Cyborg's tech. They are a blue that defies definition or explanation because they are a color hidden to all.
All but her.