07-03-2018, 12:24 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 once again found herself by the border, cocoa paws carrying her in the direction of familiar faces and a task she had done so many times it was nearly second nature. Fatigue weighed on her like ice, begging her eyelids to close in another bid for a sweet, sweet nap. Stubbornly, Hazel resisted, knowing that only nightmares and shadows awaited her arrival in the mindscape. As if the natural pull of sleep wasn’t enough, the voice in her head would coo and coax her into a daze, lulling her with a quiet, gentle thrum. Hazel loathed the girl’s voice vehemently.
Upon her arrival, golden optics swept over the wolf, saucer wide with young curiosity that seemed to never leave. She had never imagined a wolf as graceful, but here stood Imperia, built like a fragile dancer and moving like the earth might refuse each step she pressed to its surface. In fact, this girl caused a sudden wash of connection, reminding Hazel of how she must have seemed when she first joined: quietly excited with the knowledge of escaping the abuse and torment that lingered at home, she had been desperate to test the waters of her freedom without ever getting a paw wet. She had backtracked everything that fell from her lips, apologizing and keeping her frame small and locked, rigid with the fear of backlash. Hazel indulged herself by thinking that she had changed since then, though it was untrue.
Blinking, Hazel realized Suite was about to lead a tour. Best get out of the way then, waste of space. The voice leered, sending Hazel’s mental guard on high alert. Still, despite the cold drizzle of guilt and self depreciation dripping down her spine in knowing that she was actively wasting everyone’s time, Hazel smiled, the thing light, airy, and friendly. “Ave, Imperia. I’m Hazel.” Sweet and simple, the Latin greeting rolled off her tongue. “It’s wonderful to have you. I hope you enjoy it here!”
Upon her arrival, golden optics swept over the wolf, saucer wide with young curiosity that seemed to never leave. She had never imagined a wolf as graceful, but here stood Imperia, built like a fragile dancer and moving like the earth might refuse each step she pressed to its surface. In fact, this girl caused a sudden wash of connection, reminding Hazel of how she must have seemed when she first joined: quietly excited with the knowledge of escaping the abuse and torment that lingered at home, she had been desperate to test the waters of her freedom without ever getting a paw wet. She had backtracked everything that fell from her lips, apologizing and keeping her frame small and locked, rigid with the fear of backlash. Hazel indulged herself by thinking that she had changed since then, though it was untrue.
Blinking, Hazel realized Suite was about to lead a tour. Best get out of the way then, waste of space. The voice leered, sending Hazel’s mental guard on high alert. Still, despite the cold drizzle of guilt and self depreciation dripping down her spine in knowing that she was actively wasting everyone’s time, Hazel smiled, the thing light, airy, and friendly. “Ave, Imperia. I’m Hazel.” Sweet and simple, the Latin greeting rolled off her tongue. “It’s wonderful to have you. I hope you enjoy it here!”
★ — 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