07-03-2018, 12:06 PM
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★ I NEVER HAD NOBODY TOUCH ME LIKE I’M G L A S S WITH A MOON BIRD KISS
Hazel’s ears flicked upwards at the familiar call, knowing in a heartbeat that it was Suite, not Bastille. Intrigue as well as concern flashed through her veins, the voice in her head whispering the possibilities of what might have happened to Bastille in order for Suite to take his place. Hazel pushed the ideas away after a moment, having realized she would have been notified via the bond of something unusual. As a matter of fact, all seemed...somewhat quiet on his end. Exhaustion had infected them both, their recent days catching up to them and hitting hard.
Nevertheless, Hazel sought Bastille out among the throng of her clan mates, not entirely convinced that he wouldn’t do something moronic in the blink of an eye. Settling herself against the ground, Hazel dragged her attention to Suite, trying to tune in. There were a couple newcomers, and — oh!
A bashful purr rose in the back of her throat after hearing her name. Kuiper Corporal wasn’t much different from Starstruck Guardian, but it was acknowledgement. The pleased buzz from recognition settled like sunlight against her skin, a heated flush rising to her cheeks. Anticipation rose with it, knowing that the higher the ranking, the more responsibilities you had. Responsibilities that Hazel wasn’t sure she could handle just yet. Still, until she found another outlet and another way to be at least somewhat useful, she would follow what was required of her.
“Congratulations Gordon, Roy and Margy.” Hazel piped up, proud to hear her friends’ names listed as well. Lord knows they all deserved it; especially Roy, who had been more than active lately. It took Hazel a moment to realize that Margy wasn’t with them — instead, Genevieve stood in her place. Hazel’s ears fell back, put off by the realization.
Suddenly came the reminder of Halo tryouts, and once more, Hazel lifted her head, having forgotten about the medic rank. Oh, do it — do it, be a medic, Hazel. The girl in her head suddenly cried out, startling Hazel. A drive ignited in her mind, one that pulled her towards the concept of healing and helping. I can help, The girl continued, excited. I know everything. I was a medic. I was a great medic. Hazel blinked, considering. She wouldn’t need the voice’s help; Suite had been teaching her what she knew about herbs, and Nayru had as well. Hazel tilted her head. Maybe this was her outlet.
And then...a mock raid? Hazel’s heart stuttered at the idea. Deus, all she had been good for was watching during training. She wouldn’t be able to do anything during that raid, spare for help Rin and Rad if they wanted. Hazel swallowed, dread sinking into her bones.
Nevertheless, Hazel sought Bastille out among the throng of her clan mates, not entirely convinced that he wouldn’t do something moronic in the blink of an eye. Settling herself against the ground, Hazel dragged her attention to Suite, trying to tune in. There were a couple newcomers, and — oh!
A bashful purr rose in the back of her throat after hearing her name. Kuiper Corporal wasn’t much different from Starstruck Guardian, but it was acknowledgement. The pleased buzz from recognition settled like sunlight against her skin, a heated flush rising to her cheeks. Anticipation rose with it, knowing that the higher the ranking, the more responsibilities you had. Responsibilities that Hazel wasn’t sure she could handle just yet. Still, until she found another outlet and another way to be at least somewhat useful, she would follow what was required of her.
“Congratulations Gordon, Roy and Margy.” Hazel piped up, proud to hear her friends’ names listed as well. Lord knows they all deserved it; especially Roy, who had been more than active lately. It took Hazel a moment to realize that Margy wasn’t with them — instead, Genevieve stood in her place. Hazel’s ears fell back, put off by the realization.
Suddenly came the reminder of Halo tryouts, and once more, Hazel lifted her head, having forgotten about the medic rank. Oh, do it — do it, be a medic, Hazel. The girl in her head suddenly cried out, startling Hazel. A drive ignited in her mind, one that pulled her towards the concept of healing and helping. I can help, The girl continued, excited. I know everything. I was a medic. I was a great medic. Hazel blinked, considering. She wouldn’t need the voice’s help; Suite had been teaching her what she knew about herbs, and Nayru had as well. Hazel tilted her head. Maybe this was her outlet.
And then...a mock raid? Hazel’s heart stuttered at the idea. Deus, all she had been good for was watching during training. She wouldn’t be able to do anything during that raid, spare for help Rin and Rad if they wanted. Hazel swallowed, dread sinking into her bones.
★ — 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