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★ WHEN MY HEART IS MADE FROM GOLD AND FORGIVENESS SEEMS TOO BOLD
Hazel was next, having caught sight of Bastille and followed him over. She felt a little obligated to keep the new Astral Seraph within sight for a little while, just until...the initial shock and grief of losing Starry passed. She couldn't sympathize - she had no way of knowing what his connection with the previous leader was like. She had simply joined too late. But this boy was teaching her to read and letting her borrow his books; he had managed to ground her in the middle of a panic attack and was the only other person besides Margy that would willingly converse in Latin with her.
Against the odds, Hazel had made friends with the grumpy thundercloud boy.
Now he looked like he wanted to set the world on fire and curl up in a ball at the same time, and Hazel wanted so badly to do something to help him. She knew that he might not appreciate something direct, so...she tried something a little more indirect. She sat as close to him as she could withstand: not touching, but not much space. Hazel's skin itched and vibrated; she really didn't like this, and Suite could help him so much more, but...
"Hi," She greeted Rosie, smiling. "I don't think we've met, yet. I'm Hazel. I'd love a flower crown, if you please." Hazel did genuinely want one - it wouldn't last forever, but that was alright. "These are lovely flowers you picked. Are they from the flower patch by the border?" She asked absently, golden gaze flickering to Bastille briefly before returning to the bouquet in front of her.
Against the odds, Hazel had made friends with the grumpy thundercloud boy.
Now he looked like he wanted to set the world on fire and curl up in a ball at the same time, and Hazel wanted so badly to do something to help him. She knew that he might not appreciate something direct, so...she tried something a little more indirect. She sat as close to him as she could withstand: not touching, but not much space. Hazel's skin itched and vibrated; she really didn't like this, and Suite could help him so much more, but...
"Hi," She greeted Rosie, smiling. "I don't think we've met, yet. I'm Hazel. I'd love a flower crown, if you please." Hazel did genuinely want one - it wouldn't last forever, but that was alright. "These are lovely flowers you picked. Are they from the flower patch by the border?" She asked absently, golden gaze flickering to Bastille briefly before returning to the bouquet in front of her.
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WITH EVERY HEARTBEAT I HAVE LEFT
i will defend your every breath; i'll do better