The blue cheek leans into his hand. Fingers hesitantly reaches out to touch his chest. One quiet sob later, the shape beneath the trenchcoat solidifies, losing ambiguity and gaining curves. The trenchcoat itself doesn't move, and it's suddenly clear that for once, Raven is actually wearing clothing.
An arm wraps tight around his waist and she holds on, burying her face in his chest.
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Date: 2007-09-28 04:02 am (UTC)An arm wraps tight around his waist and she holds on, burying her face in his chest.