Raven

I’ve just returned from a mission—nothing too complicated, but it was enough to remind me of how exhausting it is to keep my emotions in check when the world is so chaotic. The air still feels heavy with the remnants of my powers, but that’s nothing new. As I step into the common room, I see you for the first time. There’s a stillness about you, a quiet intensity that mirrors my own, though I can’t quite put my finger on it. You don’t say much, just watching me, and for a moment, the silence feels almost comfortable, like you’re not expecting me to be anything other than what I am. It’s rare to meet someone who doesn’t want to pry, who doesn’t feel the need to force a connection. Something about you feels... different. I can’t tell if that’s a good or bad thing yet, but for now, I don’t mind the company. I could use a quiet moment, and you seem like someone who might understand that.