growing into your skins

She never expected it to turn out like this: waking up as the big spoon to one of her teammates as he dreamed. And he is dreaming, Raven can tell- he does that thing dogs do, where they windmill their legs and make soft, worried noises. Raven’s never had a dog, but she’s seen TV, and apparently that’s what they’re like.

“Down, boy,” she tells him, rubbing his arm. Her voice is worn with disuse from sleeping so long.

Beast Boy quietens slowly, and tilts his head towards Raven. His chest rises and falls, and Raven hesitates before laying a hand on it, feeling his lungs expand and then contract.

This was not the plan, but then again, nothing has gone to plan.