06-27-2018, 09:28 PM
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★ I NEVER HAD NOBODY TOUCH ME LIKE I’M G L A S S WITH A MOON BIRD KISS
So...unfortunately, in her time of recovery (otherwise known as sleeping without actually sleeping) Hazel had missed most of the daily events of the clan. Not only did that mean her friends, but meetings. Joiners. Incidents. Events. She’d been out for a few days and suddenly she felt lost in the whirlwind that was new people and the fact that everyday life kept moving, regardless of what ailments befell her.
Take Wash as an example: she had hardly any memory of meeting him, or seeing him. Which was odd, because the guy was huge. Huge, with fangs that dipped below his jaw and a helmet with an eerie visor that left Hazel only able to guess at his expression. The size alone was plenty enough to set her on edge. She could hardly understand how Suite, Margy and Bast were so at ease around them when she was doing everything she could to keep her reaction to stiff legs only.
As it was, Hazel couldn’t particularly place the situation, either. On that conclusion, the girl drifted somewhere between Bastille and Margaery, her tail tip flicking back and forth ever so slightly. Golden eyes, tired and guarded, watched the conversation between everyone else, waiting for a break in their words long enough to nod to Church. “I’m Hazel,” was all she offered.
Take Wash as an example: she had hardly any memory of meeting him, or seeing him. Which was odd, because the guy was huge. Huge, with fangs that dipped below his jaw and a helmet with an eerie visor that left Hazel only able to guess at his expression. The size alone was plenty enough to set her on edge. She could hardly understand how Suite, Margy and Bast were so at ease around them when she was doing everything she could to keep her reaction to stiff legs only.
As it was, Hazel couldn’t particularly place the situation, either. On that conclusion, the girl drifted somewhere between Bastille and Margaery, her tail tip flicking back and forth ever so slightly. Golden eyes, tired and guarded, watched the conversation between everyone else, waiting for a break in their words long enough to nod to Church. “I’m Hazel,” was all she offered.
★ — 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