05-18-2018, 09:21 PM
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★ WHEN MY HEART IS MADE FROM GOLD AND FORGIVENESS SEEMS TOO BOLD
Hazel was out in the field with Arion, not far from the observatory. The colt was once again, fast asleep, body splayed like he had been pushed straight over. Hazel sat at his tail, braiding wildflowers and small blossoms that bloomed just under the grass into the wiry strands, blissed and content. She had spent most of the day like that until an NPC or two rushed by, looking a bit spooked. Arion flailed as Hazel rose, knobby knees knocking together and head bobbing as he tried to balance his gangly weight. Hazel hesitated for a moment, disoriented as she tried to detach the sated comfort from her mind and figure out what the hell was going on.
It didn't take long before the girl was picking up her pace, a brisk patter of paws parting the grass as she made her way around the observatory and through the gardens to reach the commotion. There weren't many members: just Luna and Suite and someone else. But Luna looked worried and Suite mildly concerned. Hazel frowned, the sudden pull of tension in the air catching her attention almost as much as the sudden copper tang hit the roof of her mouth.
Immediately, Hazel halted, feeling the impending weight of memories pounding on the flood gates in her mind. She knew the images that lay behind those walls, and she squeezed her eyes shut, so desperately wanting to keep from drawing attention. She forced herself forward, swallowing against the copper coating the back of her tongue.
She blinked at the sight of icy blue eyes poking out of fur matted and clumped with blood. It was Bastille...? Somehow it both made and didn't make perfect sense, seeing as Bastille could seem so level headed at times and so chaotically unbalanced at others, like he was living life on the cusp of a gunshot. She could make out the level of concern she felt, though - she hardly knew him, and he seemed a little harsh at times, but she was still worried.
Her golden optics were carefully guarded, secretive and lacking their usual luster as she deemed that he wasn't in the immediate danger of dropping dead within the next few seconds. Gaze flicking up to his seemingly nonplussed expression, Hazel followed his words with slight suspicion. "Some run-in," She muttered as he kept talking. "Is it all yours?" She asked wearily, tail twitching with a steady tick. "Not that I wouldn't believe you if you said yes, but that's a lot of blood for you to still be standing." Part of Hazel felt horrendously guilty at prying, but the other part of her was on mental lockdown, just to keep the memories away.
It didn't take long before the girl was picking up her pace, a brisk patter of paws parting the grass as she made her way around the observatory and through the gardens to reach the commotion. There weren't many members: just Luna and Suite and someone else. But Luna looked worried and Suite mildly concerned. Hazel frowned, the sudden pull of tension in the air catching her attention almost as much as the sudden copper tang hit the roof of her mouth.
Immediately, Hazel halted, feeling the impending weight of memories pounding on the flood gates in her mind. She knew the images that lay behind those walls, and she squeezed her eyes shut, so desperately wanting to keep from drawing attention. She forced herself forward, swallowing against the copper coating the back of her tongue.
She blinked at the sight of icy blue eyes poking out of fur matted and clumped with blood. It was Bastille...? Somehow it both made and didn't make perfect sense, seeing as Bastille could seem so level headed at times and so chaotically unbalanced at others, like he was living life on the cusp of a gunshot. She could make out the level of concern she felt, though - she hardly knew him, and he seemed a little harsh at times, but she was still worried.
Her golden optics were carefully guarded, secretive and lacking their usual luster as she deemed that he wasn't in the immediate danger of dropping dead within the next few seconds. Gaze flicking up to his seemingly nonplussed expression, Hazel followed his words with slight suspicion. "Some run-in," She muttered as he kept talking. "Is it all yours?" She asked wearily, tail twitching with a steady tick. "Not that I wouldn't believe you if you said yes, but that's a lot of blood for you to still be standing." Part of Hazel felt horrendously guilty at prying, but the other part of her was on mental lockdown, just to keep the memories away.
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WITH EVERY HEARTBEAT I HAVE LEFT
i will defend your every breath; i'll do better