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★ WHEN MY HEART IS MADE FROM GOLD AND FORGIVENESS SEEMS TOO BOLD
Hazel arrived just as Margy left, and nearly stumbled in the wake of the distraught female. She was familiar with Margy's sensitivity to certain things, as well as her opposite ability to shut down and feel nothing at all, but at the moment the Kuiper Corporal looked absolutely miserable. Immediately Hazel turned to face the rest of the group, golden gaze caught and locked on the four remaining clanmembers.
There was that wave of frustration, that bubble of anger, swelling in her chest and becoming too familiar. Too much was going on: Luna was turned, Margy was upset, Bastille clearly blamed Margy, and Suite was being dragged further into whatever sort of mess was going on between the four of them. Heat flooded her nerves. She was so sick of this interfering with their daily lives. She was sick of hearing Bastille's cold apathy instead of his vaguely amused, sarcastic drawl. She was sick of seeing the exhaustion and sadness roll of Suite and Margy alike. She was even sick of Luna standing up for them (as kind as it was) because she shouldn't have had to in the first place.
Aura sparking, Hazel pushed herself between Bastille and Suite, tail lashing despite the ripple of electricity she felt at their proximity. "Stop it," She snapped at them both. "Luna was bitten by a feral vampire, and now we're dragging this fight into public light because we don't have the decency to think rationally." She flashed a look at Bastille for that one, the anger boiling under her skin refusing to let her flinch when molten gold met those color-changing optics. For a moment, she almost stalled, remembering that odd color switch where glacier blue used to be and the drunken swing of his words last time she had seen it. But she didn't; she kept her mouth shut, because: "If this is personal, let's keep it personal, and not lay it on the floor for the whole world to see, yeah?" With a final lash of her tail, she stalked past them, towards Luna.
Hazel felt bad for snapping at Suite like that when she was only trying to defend her wife, but Deus, they all needed to learn how to keep this feud under the radar so rumors didn't spread and the Ascendants weren't negatively affected because four members couldn't get along. She didn't want to be yelling at any of them (yeah, even Bast) - it didn't settle right in her chest. At all. But there was that surge of foreign heat, and it engulfed her mind and warped her intentions -
Breathe, A voice whispered, soft and sweet. In, two, three, four - out, six, seven, eight. Hazel closed her eyes, trying to reign in what was trying so hard to burst out. "Sorry, Luna. Is there anything we can get you?" She asked, blinking at the winged feline.
There was that wave of frustration, that bubble of anger, swelling in her chest and becoming too familiar. Too much was going on: Luna was turned, Margy was upset, Bastille clearly blamed Margy, and Suite was being dragged further into whatever sort of mess was going on between the four of them. Heat flooded her nerves. She was so sick of this interfering with their daily lives. She was sick of hearing Bastille's cold apathy instead of his vaguely amused, sarcastic drawl. She was sick of seeing the exhaustion and sadness roll of Suite and Margy alike. She was even sick of Luna standing up for them (as kind as it was) because she shouldn't have had to in the first place.
Aura sparking, Hazel pushed herself between Bastille and Suite, tail lashing despite the ripple of electricity she felt at their proximity. "Stop it," She snapped at them both. "Luna was bitten by a feral vampire, and now we're dragging this fight into public light because we don't have the decency to think rationally." She flashed a look at Bastille for that one, the anger boiling under her skin refusing to let her flinch when molten gold met those color-changing optics. For a moment, she almost stalled, remembering that odd color switch where glacier blue used to be and the drunken swing of his words last time she had seen it. But she didn't; she kept her mouth shut, because: "If this is personal, let's keep it personal, and not lay it on the floor for the whole world to see, yeah?" With a final lash of her tail, she stalked past them, towards Luna.
Hazel felt bad for snapping at Suite like that when she was only trying to defend her wife, but Deus, they all needed to learn how to keep this feud under the radar so rumors didn't spread and the Ascendants weren't negatively affected because four members couldn't get along. She didn't want to be yelling at any of them (yeah, even Bast) - it didn't settle right in her chest. At all. But there was that surge of foreign heat, and it engulfed her mind and warped her intentions -
Breathe, A voice whispered, soft and sweet. In, two, three, four - out, six, seven, eight. Hazel closed her eyes, trying to reign in what was trying so hard to burst out. "Sorry, Luna. Is there anything we can get you?" She asked, blinking at the winged feline.
★ — hazel — "speech" — seven months — the ascendants — tags — ★
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WITH EVERY HEARTBEAT I HAVE LEFT
i will defend your every breath; i'll do better