06-04-2018, 06:54 PM
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★ WHEN MY HEART IS MADE FROM GOLD AND FORGIVENESS SEEMS TOO BOLD
Hazel had never experienced a check-up before, and frankly, she was opposed. The scars that marked her body told a story she wasn’t ready to share; a story that, granted, was surfacing closer and closer with every mistake she made. Her past was bound to come out sooner or later, she knew, but Hazel wanted it to be on her own time. And she’d rather certain people be...in a better mindset.
The feline took a seat near Margy, her golden gaze barely flickering to Bastille before focusing on Rad. Her tail curled up and over the bandana on her foreleg, hiding it from view. “I think I’m fine,” She supplied. Fine, as in experiencing a panic attack and putting herself in other situations similar to the one that had caused it. “Fine,” like she wasn’t currently feuding with the small family and its delicate bond. “Fine,” like she wasn’t constantly plagued with nightmares of Mother and experiencing irrational spikes in anger. Fine. She was...fine. Fine like the rest of them.
The feline took a seat near Margy, her golden gaze barely flickering to Bastille before focusing on Rad. Her tail curled up and over the bandana on her foreleg, hiding it from view. “I think I’m fine,” She supplied. Fine, as in experiencing a panic attack and putting herself in other situations similar to the one that had caused it. “Fine,” like she wasn’t currently feuding with the small family and its delicate bond. “Fine,” like she wasn’t constantly plagued with nightmares of Mother and experiencing irrational spikes in anger. Fine. She was...fine. Fine like the rest of them.
★ — 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