06-16-2018, 03:10 PM
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[sup]c) miithers[/sup]
★ WHEN MY HEART IS MADE FROM GOLD AND FORGIVENESS SEEMS TOO BOLD
Hazel had already braced herself - expecting for him to tense up and leave or just flat out ignore her. She had steadied herself against the low anger simmering under her chest, letting it level off. But when he made it evident that he wasn’t moving, she felt a strange sort of weight lift from her. Could she finally corner him and work some sense into his head? Maybe he would sit and listen if she didn’t yell.
But as she regarded him, Hazel thought better of it. Don’t ruin it, her head confirmed. The growing number of things to talk to him about dwindled, sinking back into the feeling of frustration until it faded. She didn’t need to ruin this...break. This sort of truce he seemed to be suggesting. So Hazel settled, easing the tension out of her shoulders and their problems out of her mind.
“Good, because he needs someone who will show him some attention these days, since I’ve done such a terrible job.” The guilt that laced her voice disappeared as the last words slipped out on a purr, watching with a sad sort of light in her eyes as Arion finally noticed she was there and nickered, trotting over to bowl her over with a gentle shove from his nose. Hazel laughed, the familiar warmth from her colt a sorely missed presence. “How rude, Arion.” The feline chided, batting at him as he followed her to nip at her ear. “Go play, little brother - I’m too small to be the victim of your games now!” Hazel squeaked out the last phrase as he nipped her again before shooing him off.
Luckily Octavia had distracted him, and indeed did the young Thoroughbred give chase. Hazel huffed, sitting up and swiping a paw over her ear. She cast a glance at Bastille at his next words, smirking. “Now you’re just putting words in my mouth.” She bantered. “But hey, if that’s how you want to see it, then who am I to stop you?”
But as she regarded him, Hazel thought better of it. Don’t ruin it, her head confirmed. The growing number of things to talk to him about dwindled, sinking back into the feeling of frustration until it faded. She didn’t need to ruin this...break. This sort of truce he seemed to be suggesting. So Hazel settled, easing the tension out of her shoulders and their problems out of her mind.
“Good, because he needs someone who will show him some attention these days, since I’ve done such a terrible job.” The guilt that laced her voice disappeared as the last words slipped out on a purr, watching with a sad sort of light in her eyes as Arion finally noticed she was there and nickered, trotting over to bowl her over with a gentle shove from his nose. Hazel laughed, the familiar warmth from her colt a sorely missed presence. “How rude, Arion.” The feline chided, batting at him as he followed her to nip at her ear. “Go play, little brother - I’m too small to be the victim of your games now!” Hazel squeaked out the last phrase as he nipped her again before shooing him off.
Luckily Octavia had distracted him, and indeed did the young Thoroughbred give chase. Hazel huffed, sitting up and swiping a paw over her ear. She cast a glance at Bastille at his next words, smirking. “Now you’re just putting words in my mouth.” She bantered. “But hey, if that’s how you want to see it, then who am I to stop you?”
★ — 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