06-11-2018, 12:09 PM
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★ WHEN MY HEART IS MADE FROM GOLD AND FORGIVENESS SEEMS TOO BOLD
"Wow, he seems to tolerate you."
Hazel hadn't seen Arion in a couple hours - which, given how often he followed her around like the wind might steal her, was odd. Then again...the colt had been disappearing more and more these days, but it wasn't like Hazel noticed. She was too busy trying to figure out the simmering anger that stung the back of her mind and what the hell was going on with Bastille and Margaery. Both of them were out of whack, and it all trickled down to one event; an event Hazel was present for. And at the moment? Her little brother (who was, admittedly, twenty times her size) was missing, and that wasn't okay. So when she went searching for him, and found him with the guy who she kept telling herself she couldn't stand to be around.
To say that she hated him would still be an overstatement; she was still just terrified of what he might become. But in looking at him now, as she approached on cautious paws, she saw a different sort of person than what she'd been seeing for the past week and a half. Mellow...relaxed. Not quite in touch with feeling, more like just out of range, but at ease. At ease and talking to her colt. It was not foreign knowledge that Bastille could hardly stand the sight of her or anything that reminded him of her, and was thus a surprise to Hazel when so relaxed around Arion. She tilted her head, finding this Bast more like the boy she had met than the leader they had gained.
Her gaze flickered briefly to his eyes, seeking a change in color and letting the tension in her shoulders slip away when she found none. "Then again," She spoke, "he'll tolerate anyone that'll show him attention." Hazel turned her gaze towards Arion, watching as he moodily snorted at Bastille for his comment and turned to prance after Octavia.
Hazel hadn't seen Arion in a couple hours - which, given how often he followed her around like the wind might steal her, was odd. Then again...the colt had been disappearing more and more these days, but it wasn't like Hazel noticed. She was too busy trying to figure out the simmering anger that stung the back of her mind and what the hell was going on with Bastille and Margaery. Both of them were out of whack, and it all trickled down to one event; an event Hazel was present for. And at the moment? Her little brother (who was, admittedly, twenty times her size) was missing, and that wasn't okay. So when she went searching for him, and found him with the guy who she kept telling herself she couldn't stand to be around.
To say that she hated him would still be an overstatement; she was still just terrified of what he might become. But in looking at him now, as she approached on cautious paws, she saw a different sort of person than what she'd been seeing for the past week and a half. Mellow...relaxed. Not quite in touch with feeling, more like just out of range, but at ease. At ease and talking to her colt. It was not foreign knowledge that Bastille could hardly stand the sight of her or anything that reminded him of her, and was thus a surprise to Hazel when so relaxed around Arion. She tilted her head, finding this Bast more like the boy she had met than the leader they had gained.
Her gaze flickered briefly to his eyes, seeking a change in color and letting the tension in her shoulders slip away when she found none. "Then again," She spoke, "he'll tolerate anyone that'll show him attention." Hazel turned her gaze towards Arion, watching as he moodily snorted at Bastille for his comment and turned to prance after Octavia.
★ — hazel — "speech" — eight months — the ascendants — tags — ★
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WITH EVERY HEARTBEAT I HAVE LEFT
i will defend your every breath; i'll do better