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★ WHEN MY HEART IS MADE FROM GOLD AND FORGIVENESS SEEMS TOO BOLD
Hazel had long since wanted to do something like this. She had gotten Starry’s approval for it a few days before his death, actually.
At first, it was because she couldn’t stand how bleary and blank the observatory was. The basement walls were concrete and empty, like the inside of an unused box. Air ducts and pipes crisscrossed the ceiling, running along the length of the hallway like the architect was careless and the owner didn’t care what the final product looked like. It was uninviting, like the place was only there out of absolute necessity and nothing else. And it was clear that was what it was according to the amount of junk that littered Hazel’s room when she first moved in.
Now, she was doing it to commemorate their first Seraph. She hadn’t known much about him, but he always seemed to bring with him a bundle of light wherever he went. So this was to light the path of whomever found themselves lost in the basement.
Hazel had already decided to paint the walls of her room. It had no windows, as she had dreamed of, so she supposed painting it was the only way to bring it to life. She had long since finished cleaning out the inside, anyways; all that stood in her way was the haunting of what seemed like a permanent fear.
She already had the paint. She’d had it for quite some time now: containers of all sizes filled with with a rainbow of colors. It had taken her many different sea glass crafts to pay for them - she’d been at the pebbled shore of their territory for hours at a time. The trader she bought them from carried all sorts of knick knacks and baubles; and this time, Hazel had given them a pressed rose from Margy’s garden (she hoped what she was doing would make up for it) studded with sea glass. What was left of the sea glass, anyway. What had she gotten in return?
Glow in the dark paint.
The first thing Hazel did after receiving the jar was seek out Pele, Luna’s daughter. The little girl seemed to have a curious fascination for the stars, and Hazel would need her help for her project.
The next step? Name the twelve corridors of the basement; each hall was named after a zodiac sign, the first starting with Aries. Then it carried on: Taurus, Gemini, Cancer, Leo, Virgo, Libra, Scorpio, Sagittarius, Capricorn, Aquarius, and Pisces. On the floor at the start of each hall, the girls painted the particular constellation aligned with the zodiac. They stretched from one wall to the other, enormous and blatant. Then they moved on to filling up the floor space with smaller constellations and dots of stars and comets, just to keep the light going all the way to the end of the hall. From time to time, they would switch off the lights, and watch their project glow.
Pele had an astonishing amount of astronomical knowledge for someone so young. She gave Hazel the order of the zodiac, as well as what the constellations looked like. Hazel learned that the child was very particular about her constellations, so she let her sketch out where the lines and dots would go before Hazel helped paint them on.
The task had taken the two of them most of the day - even now, Hazel had shooed Arion away several times, telling him to go find Octavia or something else to do. The colt didn’t seem very pleased with being sent off, but Hazel stubbornly refused to let his wobbly baby legs to mess up the drying paint.
“I hope this dries before midnight.” Hazel said, sitting up from her spot. They were working on the Sagittarius hall currently, and it was almost finished. “If it doesn’t, a lot of people might be sleeping upstairs tonight.” The girl bent to look at herself, frowning at the spots of paint that clung to her fur. They had another part of the project lined up for the doorways, but she wasn’t sure they’d get to that today.
“Worth it, I suppose.” She conceded. Hazel turned, glancing further down the hall. "How's it coming, Pele?"
At first, it was because she couldn’t stand how bleary and blank the observatory was. The basement walls were concrete and empty, like the inside of an unused box. Air ducts and pipes crisscrossed the ceiling, running along the length of the hallway like the architect was careless and the owner didn’t care what the final product looked like. It was uninviting, like the place was only there out of absolute necessity and nothing else. And it was clear that was what it was according to the amount of junk that littered Hazel’s room when she first moved in.
Now, she was doing it to commemorate their first Seraph. She hadn’t known much about him, but he always seemed to bring with him a bundle of light wherever he went. So this was to light the path of whomever found themselves lost in the basement.
Hazel had already decided to paint the walls of her room. It had no windows, as she had dreamed of, so she supposed painting it was the only way to bring it to life. She had long since finished cleaning out the inside, anyways; all that stood in her way was the haunting of what seemed like a permanent fear.
She already had the paint. She’d had it for quite some time now: containers of all sizes filled with with a rainbow of colors. It had taken her many different sea glass crafts to pay for them - she’d been at the pebbled shore of their territory for hours at a time. The trader she bought them from carried all sorts of knick knacks and baubles; and this time, Hazel had given them a pressed rose from Margy’s garden (she hoped what she was doing would make up for it) studded with sea glass. What was left of the sea glass, anyway. What had she gotten in return?
Glow in the dark paint.
The first thing Hazel did after receiving the jar was seek out Pele, Luna’s daughter. The little girl seemed to have a curious fascination for the stars, and Hazel would need her help for her project.
The next step? Name the twelve corridors of the basement; each hall was named after a zodiac sign, the first starting with Aries. Then it carried on: Taurus, Gemini, Cancer, Leo, Virgo, Libra, Scorpio, Sagittarius, Capricorn, Aquarius, and Pisces. On the floor at the start of each hall, the girls painted the particular constellation aligned with the zodiac. They stretched from one wall to the other, enormous and blatant. Then they moved on to filling up the floor space with smaller constellations and dots of stars and comets, just to keep the light going all the way to the end of the hall. From time to time, they would switch off the lights, and watch their project glow.
Pele had an astonishing amount of astronomical knowledge for someone so young. She gave Hazel the order of the zodiac, as well as what the constellations looked like. Hazel learned that the child was very particular about her constellations, so she let her sketch out where the lines and dots would go before Hazel helped paint them on.
The task had taken the two of them most of the day - even now, Hazel had shooed Arion away several times, telling him to go find Octavia or something else to do. The colt didn’t seem very pleased with being sent off, but Hazel stubbornly refused to let his wobbly baby legs to mess up the drying paint.
“I hope this dries before midnight.” Hazel said, sitting up from her spot. They were working on the Sagittarius hall currently, and it was almost finished. “If it doesn’t, a lot of people might be sleeping upstairs tonight.” The girl bent to look at herself, frowning at the spots of paint that clung to her fur. They had another part of the project lined up for the doorways, but she wasn’t sure they’d get to that today.
“Worth it, I suppose.” She conceded. Hazel turned, glancing further down the hall. "How's it coming, Pele?"
★ — 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
