A/N: Requested by @/the-coffee-fandom for Hanahaki Hours 2.0. A sequel may follow depending on extenuating circumstances,
Raven stared at the bloody petals in her hand.
…
With a decisive motion, she flung them into the garbage and washed her hands.
~~~~~
Soft giggles floated across the large living space as the newest member of the Titans rubbed her nose against her lover’s, pressing kisses to his face.
She booped his nose for good measure, squealing quietly as he caught and nipped her finger.
Raven glanced up from her book, rubbing her hand absentmindedly above her heart, as if it would soothe the ache.
The habit was relatively new, and she didn’t even know why she did it. The rubbing never soothed the ache.
She caught Kon’s eye as he retaliated by poking Mari’s nose several times.
She lifted the corners of her lips. All is well.
He grinned back and turned back to Marinette.
She turned back to her book, suddenly despising them. Books just weren’t the same as a person.
With a huff, she opened a portal to her favourite retreat and left the lovers to themselves.
~~~~~
“Raven?” Marinette looked around the living room.
“I think she left a while ago, Mari.”
“Oh,” she pouted. “I wanted to give her the design for her new outfit.” She turned from Raven’s corner, piled high with books, and paused.
Stooping, she picked up a small object, holding it up to the light. “A daffodil petal?”
She cocked her head. “Can daffodils be red?”
Her jaw dropped in shock, the petal fluttering to the floor.
