06-04-2018, 07:40 PM
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[sup]c) miithers[/sup]
★ WHEN MY HEART IS MADE FROM GOLD AND FORGIVENESS SEEMS TOO BOLD
Hazel took a seat near Gordon, having heard the call from outside. She settled down, trying not to linger on the apathy that clouded Bastille's expression. She knew he was having a hard time (which might be the understatement of the year) due to the...aggressive conversation that had happened a few days prior, and Hazel found herself unable to pick a side. Was she angry at him? Yes. Was she terrified of what he was doing to himself? Yes again. Was she avoiding him completely? ...Yes.
She let her gaze fall to something else while he spoke. Newcomers, Maes passing...that had been particularly tragic. Hazel hadn't been present for the event, but she had the assumption that it had destroyed Roy. It was a sad death anyway, because even though she had only interacted with Maes once, Hazel had quite liked him. He was friendly, and had a certain aura of paternal kindness about him.
When her name was called for her own promotion, Hazel's eyes flicked upwards, wondering what she would find in his expression as her name slipped off his tongue. Something in her lifted. Then it fell, as she realized he hadn't wavered at all in his apathy, and let her gaze fall once more. That was fine. She deserved it. He kind of deserved it, too, in an indirect, petty sort of way.
A small sigh escaped her, unheard to anyone nearby. She turned her attention to Suite and Margy, pleased to hear their names as well as Rin's. Good. They deserved it. She was glad that Bastille could see that too, despite their feud. Hazel found herself nodding faintly as he finished up the meeting, noting that the issue with Tanglewood and Beck was foreign news to her, as she had arrived just after the issue simmered down.
"Welcome to all the newcomers," The girl spoke at last, echoing a few others that had said it with a welcoming smile. "I hope you like it here."
She let her gaze fall to something else while he spoke. Newcomers, Maes passing...that had been particularly tragic. Hazel hadn't been present for the event, but she had the assumption that it had destroyed Roy. It was a sad death anyway, because even though she had only interacted with Maes once, Hazel had quite liked him. He was friendly, and had a certain aura of paternal kindness about him.
When her name was called for her own promotion, Hazel's eyes flicked upwards, wondering what she would find in his expression as her name slipped off his tongue. Something in her lifted. Then it fell, as she realized he hadn't wavered at all in his apathy, and let her gaze fall once more. That was fine. She deserved it. He kind of deserved it, too, in an indirect, petty sort of way.
A small sigh escaped her, unheard to anyone nearby. She turned her attention to Suite and Margy, pleased to hear their names as well as Rin's. Good. They deserved it. She was glad that Bastille could see that too, despite their feud. Hazel found herself nodding faintly as he finished up the meeting, noting that the issue with Tanglewood and Beck was foreign news to her, as she had arrived just after the issue simmered down.
"Welcome to all the newcomers," The girl spoke at last, echoing a few others that had said it with a welcoming smile. "I hope you like it here."
★ — 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