05-27-2018, 01:55 AM
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★ WHEN MY HEART IS MADE FROM GOLD AND FORGIVENESS SEEMS TOO BOLD
For an hot second, Hazel was sure Margy was making a joke about Hazel's horrid attempt at baking. (Yes, there was still a burn mark on the inside of her leg, okay?) But the tiny flame of discomfort was quickly snuffed out after Margy's "I really hope you like them." She seemed to be sincere and genuine, and it warmed Hazel's heart - besides, she wasn't sure Margaery had it in her to tease over something like that.
"Never been given a present before," Hazel murmured softly, reverent. She didn't want to ruin the bow, or the paper, so she opened it very carefully, hoping to save both for later craft use. Once both were off, Hazel's eyes lit up. It was - it was a book! A smile danced across her expression, giddy as she opened the cover. Her own book! She could start her library with this, like Bastille!
And then, very slowly, her expression fell; melted to one of sadness as she ran a paw over some of the words on the page.
"I can't read it," Hazel all but whispered, voice cracking in just the slightest as her smile flickered. Helpless, she glanced up, gaze flicking from Bastille to Suite to Margy. Bast was helping her learn to read, and for that reason her gaze lingered on him just a fraction longer, but for now, she was illiterate in English. "I'm sorry, Margy." She murmured, blinking down at her paws with a watery golden gaze. Christ. This was mortifying. Margaery wanted to do something nice for everyone, and Hazel couldn't even use the wonderful gift she was given. And she wanted to read it to; wanted to read it so badly it almost hurt.
Hazel swallowed. "I'm sure it's lovely, but...I can't read English." She curled her tail tightly around her paws, wanting to shrink in on herself. Margy tried so hard, and Hazel was unable to reciprocate.
"Never been given a present before," Hazel murmured softly, reverent. She didn't want to ruin the bow, or the paper, so she opened it very carefully, hoping to save both for later craft use. Once both were off, Hazel's eyes lit up. It was - it was a book! A smile danced across her expression, giddy as she opened the cover. Her own book! She could start her library with this, like Bastille!
And then, very slowly, her expression fell; melted to one of sadness as she ran a paw over some of the words on the page.
"I can't read it," Hazel all but whispered, voice cracking in just the slightest as her smile flickered. Helpless, she glanced up, gaze flicking from Bastille to Suite to Margy. Bast was helping her learn to read, and for that reason her gaze lingered on him just a fraction longer, but for now, she was illiterate in English. "I'm sorry, Margy." She murmured, blinking down at her paws with a watery golden gaze. Christ. This was mortifying. Margaery wanted to do something nice for everyone, and Hazel couldn't even use the wonderful gift she was given. And she wanted to read it to; wanted to read it so badly it almost hurt.
Hazel swallowed. "I'm sure it's lovely, but...I can't read English." She curled her tail tightly around her paws, wanting to shrink in on herself. Margy tried so hard, and Hazel was unable to reciprocate.
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WITH EVERY HEARTBEAT I HAVE LEFT
i will defend your every breath; i'll do better