battlefield bludhaven senior high

Daddy

        "No!" Raven shouted, holding her head in her hands. It was a brief lapse in composure on an otherwise clean track record of control.

        "He's your father Raven and he's done some awful things before but he really wants to redeem himself and be close to you. You should really try to give him a chance."

        Those words were spoken like a white mother on Leave It To Beaver. It just didn't seem real at all.

        "Why now? Why are you saying this?" Her cheeks flushed red in panic and disbelief. It went against everything she and everyone else had worked for: keeping her father's influence away and protecting her.

        There was no use discussing it however, Arella made it perfectly clear how the argument would go just with her body language. 

        "He'll be here in part from time to time. I don't want to hear any petty complaints either, you don't need to start fights with your dad to get his attention you know. He really does want to start having a relationship with you." 

        Raven furrowed her brow at that, feeling slightly constricted at her throat and sick in the pits of her stomach. The room thrummed with unease and within the swirling unnatural energy, her mother put a hand on her shoulder in comfort. 

        "Perhaps you want to talk with Azar?" Arella asked, scruffling Raven in a cutesy way. It was creepy, something was just wrong in the way that Raven was being touched or even with Arella herself, nonetheless, she passively accepted it with hovering awkwardness. 

        "But what could I say?" Raven thought to herself. If she said yes, she could stay in Azarath and talk to Azar, clear everything up, but if she talked to Azar, she knew that she'd need treatment and training for displaying such emotional response. Either way, there wasn't control. 

        "I don't have control, I'm not in my right mind... If I let her know, if I go to Azar, then she'll think I can't handle myself."

         Raven held onto her arm, timidly scratching at her coat-sleeve. She had that little outburst earlier, that's more than enough reason to send her to Azar, she could need the help, she might be turning evil. The lack of control, the expression of these radical emotions, it was ground to be kept in Azarath for a long time but whether she was there or on Earth, Trigon would have brief contact with her. However, on Earth he couldn't physically touch her or hurt her. 

        "No, you're right. I'll be good." Raven said, defeated but trying to end the conversation and the point of it. 

        "Well I certainly appreciate you seeing the truth. So long as you aren't bratty or whiney, everything will be fine." Arella's smile betrayed the sting of the words she spoke. She hugged her daughter again and decided to make leave, but before Raven could get away to contemplate such a nasty remark, she spoke up again.

        "Oh and Raven? I love you." 

        Blankly staring, Raven tilted her head to the side, completely perplexed. 

        "I... Love you too? Uh, Mom." The words rang out but it was stilted and graceless. There wasn't a distinct point to saying it, so she figured it would be appropriate to return the favour even if the gesture by Arella seemed hollow to her. Perhaps a hollow and unsure reply would suit it.

        In fact, the whole interaction was rather ostentatious, appearing as though she was saying the wrong lines in a very pedantic script that relied on her own compliance. Occasionally, pedantics were structured and a good way to organize life but other times, they were just uneasy. 

        At least she knew that despite everything, her mother really did love her.