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★ WHEN MY HEART IS MADE FROM GOLD AND FORGIVENESS SEEMS TOO BOLD
Hazel glanced up at Margy's appearance, watching with some odd feeling of desperation digging into her nerves as the motherly figure told off the two npcs. For a moment, she wanted to tell Margaery to stop, to leave them alone - it wasn't their fault, not really. They had a right to be angry. If Margy got mad at them, then rumors might start to spread; hateful things about how mean and bossy she was. Hazel would be responsible for that, because Margy would never have said anything if it weren't for her.
Silently, Hazel went back to work on her bracelets, her ears tilting backwards at Margaery's icy tone towards the npcs. Deus, Hazel felt so weak. Weak and indecisive and impossible to figure out. All her life, all she'd ever wanted was someone to love and be there for her. But now that it was possible, Hazel realized she had no idea what love was, and everything she encountered that might lead to a stable relationship - be it platonic or romantic - either terrified her, or opposed her thoughts. She was grateful that Margy was standing up for her, but at the same time, she wanted to be able to do that, too. She wanted to be able to do that without remembering every other time she had talked back to authority figures.
"Thank you, Margy." Hazel said softly, keeping her eyes trained on the string. There was a part of her that melted a bit when Margy used the Latin endearment, the sound flowing over her mind and heart like a lullaby. "I'm fine. They didn't do anything to me." She assured the chocolate point, tugging as she finished off another knot. Suddenly Margy was right there, pressing against her, and Hazel's heart slammed against her chest as she just about yelped in her fright; the points of contact between them lighting up with too much sensation like she'd been burned by boiling water. Hazel immediately leaned away, shuffling just a few inches until she had her own breathing room, and tried to calm her racing heart. Squeezing her eyes shut, she took a deep breath. Calm. You're okay. You're fine - you're okay. She doesn't know. It's not her fault.
When she opened her eyes, she allowed her gaze to flicker very briefly to Margaery before it fell back to the string, which she gathered close to herself again with shaky paws. "Sorry," She whispered. "Sorry. You - you startled me a little." Liar. "Aegre fero."
She was gratefully distracted by the woman's question, and smiled a bit. "Suiteheart." Hazel said, fondness lacing her tone. "And - here, I already have yours finished. I was wearing it so I didn't lose it before I finished Suite's." She explained, hastily undoing the red, pink and white one from around her wrist to give to Margy. "They're matching, kind of. These colors remind me of you two." She looked genuinely happy for a moment, because she loved making things for other people, and desperately hoped she liked it. Then she looked down again, and found herself eyeing the teal, copper and white bracelet she'd made for Bastille. She could feel the smile on her features fade. "I made one for Bastille, too, but...I don't think he'll want it," Hazel said quietly.
Then Luna was there as well, and Hazel used her presence to try and snap herself out of the upset tugging on her soul at the thought of Bastille turning down her trinket. (Then again...she wouldn't be surprised.) "Ave, Luna. How are you today?" She asked, smile flickering upwards once more. She hadn't seen the older girl for quite some time, and was happy to see her now. "Would you like a bracelet, too? It won't take but a few hours, if you want to tell me the colors you'd like."
Suite approached next, and Hazel immediately slapped a paw over the toothpaste-themed bracelet, not wanting the other to see it before it was finished. Alas, it was far too late, though the circumstance and humor of her panicked move were kind of funny. She blushed under Suite's praise, slowly removing her paw and getting back to work on the bracelet. "Thank you," Hazel murmured, grinning to herself. "I had a lot of time to practice. It also gives my paws something to do while my brain runs its mouth." She purred, tail curling as the conversation started to get easier.
Then it didn't, and Suite was bringing it back to the npcs, and Hazel wanted to deflate. "I'm not...I don't want to offend anyone. I didn't think it would be taken so negatively." She admitted, a small sigh escaping her lips.
Silently, Hazel went back to work on her bracelets, her ears tilting backwards at Margaery's icy tone towards the npcs. Deus, Hazel felt so weak. Weak and indecisive and impossible to figure out. All her life, all she'd ever wanted was someone to love and be there for her. But now that it was possible, Hazel realized she had no idea what love was, and everything she encountered that might lead to a stable relationship - be it platonic or romantic - either terrified her, or opposed her thoughts. She was grateful that Margy was standing up for her, but at the same time, she wanted to be able to do that, too. She wanted to be able to do that without remembering every other time she had talked back to authority figures.
"Thank you, Margy." Hazel said softly, keeping her eyes trained on the string. There was a part of her that melted a bit when Margy used the Latin endearment, the sound flowing over her mind and heart like a lullaby. "I'm fine. They didn't do anything to me." She assured the chocolate point, tugging as she finished off another knot. Suddenly Margy was right there, pressing against her, and Hazel's heart slammed against her chest as she just about yelped in her fright; the points of contact between them lighting up with too much sensation like she'd been burned by boiling water. Hazel immediately leaned away, shuffling just a few inches until she had her own breathing room, and tried to calm her racing heart. Squeezing her eyes shut, she took a deep breath. Calm. You're okay. You're fine - you're okay. She doesn't know. It's not her fault.
When she opened her eyes, she allowed her gaze to flicker very briefly to Margaery before it fell back to the string, which she gathered close to herself again with shaky paws. "Sorry," She whispered. "Sorry. You - you startled me a little." Liar. "Aegre fero."
She was gratefully distracted by the woman's question, and smiled a bit. "Suiteheart." Hazel said, fondness lacing her tone. "And - here, I already have yours finished. I was wearing it so I didn't lose it before I finished Suite's." She explained, hastily undoing the red, pink and white one from around her wrist to give to Margy. "They're matching, kind of. These colors remind me of you two." She looked genuinely happy for a moment, because she loved making things for other people, and desperately hoped she liked it. Then she looked down again, and found herself eyeing the teal, copper and white bracelet she'd made for Bastille. She could feel the smile on her features fade. "I made one for Bastille, too, but...I don't think he'll want it," Hazel said quietly.
Then Luna was there as well, and Hazel used her presence to try and snap herself out of the upset tugging on her soul at the thought of Bastille turning down her trinket. (Then again...she wouldn't be surprised.) "Ave, Luna. How are you today?" She asked, smile flickering upwards once more. She hadn't seen the older girl for quite some time, and was happy to see her now. "Would you like a bracelet, too? It won't take but a few hours, if you want to tell me the colors you'd like."
Suite approached next, and Hazel immediately slapped a paw over the toothpaste-themed bracelet, not wanting the other to see it before it was finished. Alas, it was far too late, though the circumstance and humor of her panicked move were kind of funny. She blushed under Suite's praise, slowly removing her paw and getting back to work on the bracelet. "Thank you," Hazel murmured, grinning to herself. "I had a lot of time to practice. It also gives my paws something to do while my brain runs its mouth." She purred, tail curling as the conversation started to get easier.
Then it didn't, and Suite was bringing it back to the npcs, and Hazel wanted to deflate. "I'm not...I don't want to offend anyone. I didn't think it would be taken so negatively." She admitted, a small sigh escaping her lips.
★ — 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