07-03-2018, 01:10 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 could feel Bastille’s surprise filter through their connection, and she flushed, embarrassed and turning her head to regain control of her expression. She couldn’t remember the last time she had felt embarrassed for smiling — not here in the Ascendants, at least. The spotlight he had created for her by focusing that small bit of attention on her was...too much, for some reason, even though it didn’t make the giddy high in her chest fade. No; that stayed, running on exhaustion and a slight edge of hysteria because amidst everything else, Bastille couldn’t paint. And it was objectively, stupidly hilarious.
She glanced back to him, finally, letting her gaze snag on the smile he gave her, and...wow. When was the last time he’d smiled at her like that? When was the last time he had smiled genuinely, not because of uppers or a buzz from his latest drink of choice? Hazel blinked, a different sort of happy melting in her chest. She wanted to make him smile like that all the time, because Deus, he deserved it. He needed it.
“I wouldn’t say worse,” She indulged him, finally. “Because it’s color. I just think you need some more...variety. More depth.” Hazel had torn her eyes away from him, dragging her attention back to the wall, which she studied.
Hazel was about to say something further when Imperia showed up. Yes, she remembered her from the border: the dancer, the star-gazer, the feather-footed gentle girl who reminded Hazel of herself to some degree. Golden eyes flicked over to the canine, and suddenly, she felt like she had been caught doing something she shouldn’t be; like talking casually with Bastille was...wrong, in a sense, because the entire clan knew that they were dancing around each other like teenagers. For reasons unknown, heat ignited in the tips of her ears, the flush returning.
Hazel distracted herself with Imperia’s observation, though her curiosity was trained more on the way she spoke nervously and apologetically rather than straight-forward. Another striking similarity between her and Hazel. She wondered what Imperia had been through — if anything at all — or if it was just her nature.
“This isn’t terribly effective, you’re right.” Hazel agreed, finally forcing herself back into the conversation. “However, I think it’s going to be really hard to take off, and I’m always a fan of taking whatever I’m given and running with it. Right now, I’ve been given...” She glanced at Bastille for a fleeting moment, then the smeared concoction on the wall. “...a challenge.” She settled on. “And I’m interested in seeing how far I can go with it. I also think this stuff might hold up to weathering better than regular paint.”
As she talked, a glint sparked in her eye. She’d worked herself into making this an art challenge — a project. A distraction, if you will. Something she could focus on and put time into. And she was desperate for a distraction. “I just need a way to darken and lighten the color we’ve already got...” Hazel stated, almost to herself as she began mulling over material to use.
Her thoughts didn’t get very far, as they were rudely interrupted by Genevieve’s appearance. Instinctively, Hazel’s walls went up, her dropped guard rising and the excited gleam in her expression fading. At the feline’s words, Hazel might’ve gone bright red, had it not been for the layer of fur covering her skin. She was undoubtedly throwing off heatwaves though, because she wasn’t stupid. It didn’t take a genius to catch on to what Genevieve was insinuating.
Wow, a sense of humor and a great ass. Interrupted the girl trapped in her brain. I need to marry her right now, Haze. Gritting her teeth, Hazel did her best to ignore the voice, instead focusing on calming her wildly beating heart and the small spark of irritation she always felt when Gen was near.
“The only thing you’re invited to is your own funeral.” Hazel muttered, tail lashing. Take that exhaustion and interrupted good mood and suddenly Hazel had a tongue sharper than her claws. She turned, facing the wall again and putting her back to Genevieve. “C’mon, Gen. I thought you couldn’t feel anything.” And hey, who knew? Maybe it was Hazel’s playful side mixing with the mindscape girl’s bitter, reckless teenage attitude. “I didn’t know you were jealous of people more talented than you.”
She glanced back to him, finally, letting her gaze snag on the smile he gave her, and...wow. When was the last time he’d smiled at her like that? When was the last time he had smiled genuinely, not because of uppers or a buzz from his latest drink of choice? Hazel blinked, a different sort of happy melting in her chest. She wanted to make him smile like that all the time, because Deus, he deserved it. He needed it.
“I wouldn’t say worse,” She indulged him, finally. “Because it’s color. I just think you need some more...variety. More depth.” Hazel had torn her eyes away from him, dragging her attention back to the wall, which she studied.
Hazel was about to say something further when Imperia showed up. Yes, she remembered her from the border: the dancer, the star-gazer, the feather-footed gentle girl who reminded Hazel of herself to some degree. Golden eyes flicked over to the canine, and suddenly, she felt like she had been caught doing something she shouldn’t be; like talking casually with Bastille was...wrong, in a sense, because the entire clan knew that they were dancing around each other like teenagers. For reasons unknown, heat ignited in the tips of her ears, the flush returning.
Hazel distracted herself with Imperia’s observation, though her curiosity was trained more on the way she spoke nervously and apologetically rather than straight-forward. Another striking similarity between her and Hazel. She wondered what Imperia had been through — if anything at all — or if it was just her nature.
“This isn’t terribly effective, you’re right.” Hazel agreed, finally forcing herself back into the conversation. “However, I think it’s going to be really hard to take off, and I’m always a fan of taking whatever I’m given and running with it. Right now, I’ve been given...” She glanced at Bastille for a fleeting moment, then the smeared concoction on the wall. “...a challenge.” She settled on. “And I’m interested in seeing how far I can go with it. I also think this stuff might hold up to weathering better than regular paint.”
As she talked, a glint sparked in her eye. She’d worked herself into making this an art challenge — a project. A distraction, if you will. Something she could focus on and put time into. And she was desperate for a distraction. “I just need a way to darken and lighten the color we’ve already got...” Hazel stated, almost to herself as she began mulling over material to use.
Her thoughts didn’t get very far, as they were rudely interrupted by Genevieve’s appearance. Instinctively, Hazel’s walls went up, her dropped guard rising and the excited gleam in her expression fading. At the feline’s words, Hazel might’ve gone bright red, had it not been for the layer of fur covering her skin. She was undoubtedly throwing off heatwaves though, because she wasn’t stupid. It didn’t take a genius to catch on to what Genevieve was insinuating.
Wow, a sense of humor and a great ass. Interrupted the girl trapped in her brain. I need to marry her right now, Haze. Gritting her teeth, Hazel did her best to ignore the voice, instead focusing on calming her wildly beating heart and the small spark of irritation she always felt when Gen was near.
“The only thing you’re invited to is your own funeral.” Hazel muttered, tail lashing. Take that exhaustion and interrupted good mood and suddenly Hazel had a tongue sharper than her claws. She turned, facing the wall again and putting her back to Genevieve. “C’mon, Gen. I thought you couldn’t feel anything.” And hey, who knew? Maybe it was Hazel’s playful side mixing with the mindscape girl’s bitter, reckless teenage attitude. “I didn’t know you were jealous of people more talented than you.”
★ — 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