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★ I NEVER HAD NOBODY TOUCH ME LIKE I’M G L A S S WITH A MOON BIRD KISS
Hazel had taken a seat, golden eyes narrowing as she watched Genevieve use Margaery’s voice and body, feeling like she was watching a puppet show. An odd, twisted puppet show. Hazel quite literally had no idea how to handle a situation like this, and it was pressing on her already frayed nerves. Her brain was already short-circuiting from something different; now the clipped wires were throwing sparks due to the struggle of comprehending this and worrying about Margaery.
Don’t be rude, Hazel. The girl’s disembodied voice floated through her head again, making Hazel shudder involuntarily. Be nice to the hot lady. Deus, this girl was practically leering. She could hear it drip off her voice like candle wax. Gritting her teeth, Hazel ignored her, closing her eyes for a brief moment. Man, must be nice to be in control. Say, Haze, would you let me take the wheel for a little while? We’ll have a grand old time, guaranteed. Bet I could hook you up with your boy-toy, too —
“Quod satis est.” Hazel hissed under her breath, thoroughly ruffled and displeased and desperately trying to keep the feeling of mounting frustration at a low simmer. There was no way that ghost would ever sit in the pilot’s seat; not if Hazel wanted to keep her dignity.
The feline startled a bit at the feeling of Gordon close behind her, turning her head to blink at the skittish girl. She found that she didn’t mind — Gordon had a habit of sticking close to others in uncertain situations, and Hazel wasn’t about to fault her for it. As Radeken, Roy, and Rin showed up, Hazel let them take control of the scene, willing to watch and observe instead of putting herself in the line of fire she surely wouldn’t survive. Besides, it was only a matter of time before —
Before Suiteheart showed up. Hazel could feel the waves of heated anger she was throwing off, though it seemed to run deeper than this one interaction. Clearly, there was history here, and Hazel wanted to know what it was. Secrets were not so easily pried out in public places, though; not with Suite. Genevieve, however, seemed like the type that would have no trouble spilling information if it was necessary to get her to a certain point. And while Hazel wasn’t keen on having their entire life story retold right here, she found that any sort of dirt on Genevieve might help bring Margaery back.
“Aerona?” Hazel asked, glancing at Suite with a sort of guarded expression, her voice not quite interested and not quite flat. She was aware that not long ago, Hazel had told Suite that she didn’t know her. The real her, anyway. She didn’t know anything about Hazel’s past or her experience. Now Hazel was finding out the same, and it...was an odd role reversal. If this went south, she’d be apologizing profusely to Suite with gifts and baked goods. But for now? Something else was inhabiting Margaery’s body, and Hazel wanted it out.
(Quod satis est — that is enough)
Don’t be rude, Hazel. The girl’s disembodied voice floated through her head again, making Hazel shudder involuntarily. Be nice to the hot lady. Deus, this girl was practically leering. She could hear it drip off her voice like candle wax. Gritting her teeth, Hazel ignored her, closing her eyes for a brief moment. Man, must be nice to be in control. Say, Haze, would you let me take the wheel for a little while? We’ll have a grand old time, guaranteed. Bet I could hook you up with your boy-toy, too —
“Quod satis est.” Hazel hissed under her breath, thoroughly ruffled and displeased and desperately trying to keep the feeling of mounting frustration at a low simmer. There was no way that ghost would ever sit in the pilot’s seat; not if Hazel wanted to keep her dignity.
The feline startled a bit at the feeling of Gordon close behind her, turning her head to blink at the skittish girl. She found that she didn’t mind — Gordon had a habit of sticking close to others in uncertain situations, and Hazel wasn’t about to fault her for it. As Radeken, Roy, and Rin showed up, Hazel let them take control of the scene, willing to watch and observe instead of putting herself in the line of fire she surely wouldn’t survive. Besides, it was only a matter of time before —
Before Suiteheart showed up. Hazel could feel the waves of heated anger she was throwing off, though it seemed to run deeper than this one interaction. Clearly, there was history here, and Hazel wanted to know what it was. Secrets were not so easily pried out in public places, though; not with Suite. Genevieve, however, seemed like the type that would have no trouble spilling information if it was necessary to get her to a certain point. And while Hazel wasn’t keen on having their entire life story retold right here, she found that any sort of dirt on Genevieve might help bring Margaery back.
“Aerona?” Hazel asked, glancing at Suite with a sort of guarded expression, her voice not quite interested and not quite flat. She was aware that not long ago, Hazel had told Suite that she didn’t know her. The real her, anyway. She didn’t know anything about Hazel’s past or her experience. Now Hazel was finding out the same, and it...was an odd role reversal. If this went south, she’d be apologizing profusely to Suite with gifts and baked goods. But for now? Something else was inhabiting Margaery’s body, and Hazel wanted it out.
(Quod satis est — that is enough)
★ — 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