06-08-2018, 12:19 PM
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★ WHEN MY HEART IS MADE FROM GOLD AND FORGIVENESS SEEMS TOO BOLD
Luckily, Dale was in his room; Hazel would have felt guilty had he not been. Sniffing through others things was rude and unseemly. But to her surprise, he wasn't in the same state of cheer as she had met him in; he looked upset and...kind of miserable, to be honest. Hazel hoped she wasn't intruding on something deeper.
"I hope I'm not bothering you." She said, stepping over the threshold at his gesture. She paused, concern glinting in her golden optics for a moment. "I've stopped by to see how you're settling in, if...you don't mind." And ask about Starry, a little voice persisted. Hazel frowned at it, wishing to not ruin her friendship with Dale by grilling him with questions.
"I apologize for the unwelcoming appearance of the basement. Not everyone spends a lot of time down here." She went on, glancing around at the blank walls. "I'm in the process of painting my room walls myself. But we do have a beautiful territory above ground, and an outer post with some extra space, if you ever get bored of staring at gray." The girl shrugged and smiled, remembering Margy's enthusiasm when Bastille had built her a room on the outer post. Oh, how things had been so much simpler back then...Hazel longed for those times.
"I hope I'm not bothering you." She said, stepping over the threshold at his gesture. She paused, concern glinting in her golden optics for a moment. "I've stopped by to see how you're settling in, if...you don't mind." And ask about Starry, a little voice persisted. Hazel frowned at it, wishing to not ruin her friendship with Dale by grilling him with questions.
"I apologize for the unwelcoming appearance of the basement. Not everyone spends a lot of time down here." She went on, glancing around at the blank walls. "I'm in the process of painting my room walls myself. But we do have a beautiful territory above ground, and an outer post with some extra space, if you ever get bored of staring at gray." The girl shrugged and smiled, remembering Margy's enthusiasm when Bastille had built her a room on the outer post. Oh, how things had been so much simpler back then...Hazel longed for those times.
★ — 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