06-27-2018, 10:19 PM
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★ I NEVER HAD NOBODY TOUCH ME LIKE I’M G L A S S WITH A MOON BIRD KISS
Had Hazel really known what this was, she might have thought back to the times she watched Bastille’s eyes melt to green and his speech pattern change. How he seemed to become a completely different person. How the air around him melted into a different, more chaotic aura. This? This was...similar. This seemed more total, more wholly invested. Hazel could hardly process what she was hearing, despite being able to see the form of Margaery swaggering into the observatory. It just so happened that this was definitely not Margaery. Someone else entirely was speaking out of her mouth — someone that commanded a different sort of authority. Brasher, more impulsively careless and attention-centered than Margy’s regal air.
Doesn’t matter, whispered a voice that shocked Hazel like an electric jolt. She’s hot. And oh, yes; that would definitely be the girl from her mindscape. And while Hazel was terrified of this girl’s abilities, she was nowhere near awake enough to drown herself in worry. She just hoped Bastille couldn’t hear what the girl was saying.
Shaking her head, Hazel watched Not-Margaery saunter forwards, thoroughly perplexed. “Genevieve seems like way too serene a name for someone of your personality.” She commented a bit bluntly, despite the concern working its way through her system. Hopefully, this was another time-sensitive thing, and Margaery was back before the sun went down. “So — when do we get Margy back?” Lack of sleep seemed to dissolve Hazel’s brain-to-mouth filter, which was...new.
Doesn’t matter, whispered a voice that shocked Hazel like an electric jolt. She’s hot. And oh, yes; that would definitely be the girl from her mindscape. And while Hazel was terrified of this girl’s abilities, she was nowhere near awake enough to drown herself in worry. She just hoped Bastille couldn’t hear what the girl was saying.
Shaking her head, Hazel watched Not-Margaery saunter forwards, thoroughly perplexed. “Genevieve seems like way too serene a name for someone of your personality.” She commented a bit bluntly, despite the concern working its way through her system. Hopefully, this was another time-sensitive thing, and Margaery was back before the sun went down. “So — when do we get Margy back?” Lack of sleep seemed to dissolve Hazel’s brain-to-mouth filter, which was...new.
★ — 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