06-19-2018, 03:07 PM
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[sup]c) miithers[/sup]
★ WHEN MY HEART IS MADE FROM GOLD AND FORGIVENESS SEEMS TOO BOLD
Hazel gaze had flickered to Suite when the ivory feline entered the scene, heart sinking into her paws. Her chest grew heavy, despair taking root at the awful memory of racing Death, at finding the feline cold and lifeless on the floor with her four children squirming against her belly. Hazel’s breath quietly caught in her throat, eyes glassy as she stared at a point past the two children. Deus, how she missed Margaery...
She flinched, eyes flying wide open as Suite gently pressed against her, probably seeking comfort and a grounding. Hazel was torn: she wasn’t ready to feel that blistering, suffocating heat pressed all along her side - wasn’t used to the pressure and static crackling between them; but she didn’t want to just leave Suite. Hazel was unable to read Margy’s letter, but had been trying to look after Suite nonetheless. Every waking - and non-waking - moment that Cooper wasn’t with her, Hazel was. Humming softly or talking gentle words, helping with the babies and doing as much as she could manage.
For now, Hazel needed to stop the trembling in her legs before the two snakes took notice. She leaned away from Suite, ever so slightly, just so there was a millimeter of space between them. But she took her tail and intertwined it with Suite’s: a mode of comfort she had often seen Margy use. The girl cast a small smile at Suite, thinking baby steps. Baby steps.
Then she turned her focus back on the two children, her smile not quite reaching her eyes. “Hi Iva; hi Eve,” She purred. “It’s a pleasure to meet you both. Are you looking for a place to stay, or are you just passing through?”
She flinched, eyes flying wide open as Suite gently pressed against her, probably seeking comfort and a grounding. Hazel was torn: she wasn’t ready to feel that blistering, suffocating heat pressed all along her side - wasn’t used to the pressure and static crackling between them; but she didn’t want to just leave Suite. Hazel was unable to read Margy’s letter, but had been trying to look after Suite nonetheless. Every waking - and non-waking - moment that Cooper wasn’t with her, Hazel was. Humming softly or talking gentle words, helping with the babies and doing as much as she could manage.
For now, Hazel needed to stop the trembling in her legs before the two snakes took notice. She leaned away from Suite, ever so slightly, just so there was a millimeter of space between them. But she took her tail and intertwined it with Suite’s: a mode of comfort she had often seen Margy use. The girl cast a small smile at Suite, thinking baby steps. Baby steps.
Then she turned her focus back on the two children, her smile not quite reaching her eyes. “Hi Iva; hi Eve,” She purred. “It’s a pleasure to meet you both. Are you looking for a place to stay, or are you just passing through?”
★ — 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