Raven: Beautiful

Beautiful. It's something I've always striven to be.

Beautiful. It has so many meanings, and until recently, I didn't figure my natural form to be one of them.

Beautiful. The color blue was something that had played many rolls in my life, through many people.

A young, kind, lonely boy in a kitchen with a baseball bat, standing blue pajamas.

The scaly blue of my natural form that would never be deemed normal by society.

The light blue eyes of a newly named, if not slightly drunk Professor that I lovingly considered my brother.

The blue fur that now covered the sweet scientist I loved.

A dark navy turtleneck worn by the man who had caught the heart of my brother.

My brother's relationship with The Captivating Erik Lehnsherr (as I had privately come to refer to him) was something I always envied. To me, there would only ever be one way to describe it beautiful.

The word beautiful had many meanings.

It could mean unique and exotic. It could mean perfection. It could be simplicity at it's finest. But until that fateful day, when the allegiances of our little mutant family became known, I could only ever think of Erik and Charles' relationship as just that- Beautiful.