06-17-2018, 11:24 PM
[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 530px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; padding: 20px"]Baby blue eyes studied the younger girl carefully. Shay's eyes were soft as if she were worried staring too hard might break her. Shay had seen this look before - not on Hazel, no, but she had seen it in plenty of others. It was uncertainty mingled with many other things, she knew. A small frown morphed upon her pink lips, replacing the lopsided grin she had so readily displayed upon Hazel's entrance. The concern that was gathering on her features multiplied. Something was clearly wrong.
She watched as Hazel's eyes searched the room, focusing on every little thing. For a brief second, Suite almost felt embarrassed. So much of her personal life was on display in her room: wedding pictures, baby pictures of the triplets, the hand-drawn family portrait illustrated by Jack in crayon. There were records on the desks depicting her love of everything classic rock to new pop. Jewelry was stacked neatly together on a shelf, but she wore her favorite ones - the silver locket Margy had given her and the bracelet Hazel had made for her. Besides that, there were just oddities from all over from her year of travel. Everything in her room was personalized to fit the aesthetic she lived and the one she shared with Marg. Despite it feeling like she was showing Hazel a part of her soul often untouched by others, she no longer felt sheepish; she loved Hazel like a daughter or a sister even. She didn't mind letting the golden girl into her world. She especially didn't mind when it appeared the other was in need of help.
"Hazel, I know you," she murmured. She took pride in knowing what emotions looked like on those she cared for deeply. She knew when Hazel was happy, normal, but this was neither of those things. There was clearly something upsetting the other, and Shay wanted to get to the bottom of it. However, she didn't want to pry. Maybe Hazel just needed to be around someone right now. Shay often felt that way. "If you want or need to talk about something, I'm here for you. Always." She offered Hazel a reassuring smile and left it at that.
Watching as Hazel's attention fell onto the ukulele, Shay grinned a bit. It was more than obvious Haze was interested in the instrument, and without the girl needing to finish her sentence, the blonde had picked it up and was placing it into the younger girl's hands. Music was always a good force in her life. It made her feel at peace with parts of herself that she otherwise would have been at war with for years to come. It grounded her. She wondered if it could offer the same type of solace to Hazel.
"My parents were super against music too," she admitted, pulling a knee up and wrapping her arms around it. She tried to think back to her mother and father, but things were always so hazy. She remembered minor details, and she believed she must have forcefully forgotten all those shitty times. "I'm sorry you didn't get to experience playing music when you were younger, but it's never too late to start," she added after a beat, reviving that lopsided grin of hers.
Quietly, she sat and listened to Hazel's words about her mother and one small thing she had never had the chance to get to know. It tugged at the strings of her heart, and Shay decided that if she ever met Hazel's mother, she would give her hell. Absolute hell. "Hey, Haze, I've got an idea," the blonde said, sitting up, inching closer to the other. "How about I give you that ukulele, huh? As a late birthday gift? And I can teach you how to play it too. I'm pretty good at teaching if I do say so myself." She chuckled the last part of her words, but sincerity bathed her tone throughout her speech. From the look on Hazel's face, this was clearly something she had always dreamed of. If Shay could make a little part of it come true, why shouldn't she try?
She watched as Hazel's eyes searched the room, focusing on every little thing. For a brief second, Suite almost felt embarrassed. So much of her personal life was on display in her room: wedding pictures, baby pictures of the triplets, the hand-drawn family portrait illustrated by Jack in crayon. There were records on the desks depicting her love of everything classic rock to new pop. Jewelry was stacked neatly together on a shelf, but she wore her favorite ones - the silver locket Margy had given her and the bracelet Hazel had made for her. Besides that, there were just oddities from all over from her year of travel. Everything in her room was personalized to fit the aesthetic she lived and the one she shared with Marg. Despite it feeling like she was showing Hazel a part of her soul often untouched by others, she no longer felt sheepish; she loved Hazel like a daughter or a sister even. She didn't mind letting the golden girl into her world. She especially didn't mind when it appeared the other was in need of help.
"Hazel, I know you," she murmured. She took pride in knowing what emotions looked like on those she cared for deeply. She knew when Hazel was happy, normal, but this was neither of those things. There was clearly something upsetting the other, and Shay wanted to get to the bottom of it. However, she didn't want to pry. Maybe Hazel just needed to be around someone right now. Shay often felt that way. "If you want or need to talk about something, I'm here for you. Always." She offered Hazel a reassuring smile and left it at that.
Watching as Hazel's attention fell onto the ukulele, Shay grinned a bit. It was more than obvious Haze was interested in the instrument, and without the girl needing to finish her sentence, the blonde had picked it up and was placing it into the younger girl's hands. Music was always a good force in her life. It made her feel at peace with parts of herself that she otherwise would have been at war with for years to come. It grounded her. She wondered if it could offer the same type of solace to Hazel.
"My parents were super against music too," she admitted, pulling a knee up and wrapping her arms around it. She tried to think back to her mother and father, but things were always so hazy. She remembered minor details, and she believed she must have forcefully forgotten all those shitty times. "I'm sorry you didn't get to experience playing music when you were younger, but it's never too late to start," she added after a beat, reviving that lopsided grin of hers.
Quietly, she sat and listened to Hazel's words about her mother and one small thing she had never had the chance to get to know. It tugged at the strings of her heart, and Shay decided that if she ever met Hazel's mother, she would give her hell. Absolute hell. "Hey, Haze, I've got an idea," the blonde said, sitting up, inching closer to the other. "How about I give you that ukulele, huh? As a late birthday gift? And I can teach you how to play it too. I'm pretty good at teaching if I do say so myself." She chuckled the last part of her words, but sincerity bathed her tone throughout her speech. From the look on Hazel's face, this was clearly something she had always dreamed of. If Shay could make a little part of it come true, why shouldn't she try?
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[glow=black,10,100]GOT MY DEGREE IN THE GUTTER,[/glow]
[glow=black,1,100]MY HEART BROKEN IN THE DORMS OF THE IVY LEAGUE