07-05-2018, 08:15 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 knew she was in for a real treat the moment Genevieve turned those eerie optics her way. She could see the change — the glint of sudden interest — in her aura, and felt it sink into her bones as cold hard dread. The girl in her brain was already dripping with anticipation, biting her tongue and waiting on the edge of her seat to sneer at Hazel like a mirror of Gen.
Hazel’s eyes, saucer wide as Gen sauntered her way, glistened with unshed tears far quicker than she would have liked. This was too sensitive a subject; it struck a nerve too close to locked memories. Too close to something Hazel was just waiting to prove to herself, knowing that she was weak and useless and of fucking course it didn’t make any sense for her to be there —
Just a walking liability, Leered the girl, giddy. Just a petty little princess too afraid that Mommy’s going to come get her because she was too weak to stand up for herself. And god, Hazel could feel the guilt crawl down her spine; could feel it sink down low as Gen ripped her apart, exposing the deepest little bits of reason for self-loathing. Because one day? Ha. Hazel was pretty sure that one day wouldn’t ever arrive, and she’d be stuck, dancing the same dance in the same shoes because Genevieve was right, she was just a coward who watched and didn’t deserve to have anything here.
Bastille’s surge of anger caught her off guard, and she startled, distraught golden gaze ripping itself away from Genevieve’s bored, emotionless stare. There it was again — that inability to stand up for herself; the crippling pressure of associating everything cynical and aimed at her as if it came from Mother’s lips.
“It’s fine,” Hazel finally managed, realizing that they were about to make a major scene where one was unnecessary. “Don’t worry about it. She’s right.” She wouldn’t pretend her voice wasn’t shaking, wouldn’t pretend that her heart was dripping with the ice that was knowing everyone saw her as useless, too.
Awe — is baby gonna go sit in a corner, now? teased the voice. Are you gonna go lick your wounds and feel sorry for yourself? Hazel didn’t try to stop the girl as she eased herself from the scene, ducking out without a second glance so people wouldn’t miss what didn’t matter.
Hazel’s eyes, saucer wide as Gen sauntered her way, glistened with unshed tears far quicker than she would have liked. This was too sensitive a subject; it struck a nerve too close to locked memories. Too close to something Hazel was just waiting to prove to herself, knowing that she was weak and useless and of fucking course it didn’t make any sense for her to be there —
Just a walking liability, Leered the girl, giddy. Just a petty little princess too afraid that Mommy’s going to come get her because she was too weak to stand up for herself. And god, Hazel could feel the guilt crawl down her spine; could feel it sink down low as Gen ripped her apart, exposing the deepest little bits of reason for self-loathing. Because one day? Ha. Hazel was pretty sure that one day wouldn’t ever arrive, and she’d be stuck, dancing the same dance in the same shoes because Genevieve was right, she was just a coward who watched and didn’t deserve to have anything here.
Bastille’s surge of anger caught her off guard, and she startled, distraught golden gaze ripping itself away from Genevieve’s bored, emotionless stare. There it was again — that inability to stand up for herself; the crippling pressure of associating everything cynical and aimed at her as if it came from Mother’s lips.
“It’s fine,” Hazel finally managed, realizing that they were about to make a major scene where one was unnecessary. “Don’t worry about it. She’s right.” She wouldn’t pretend her voice wasn’t shaking, wouldn’t pretend that her heart was dripping with the ice that was knowing everyone saw her as useless, too.
Awe — is baby gonna go sit in a corner, now? teased the voice. Are you gonna go lick your wounds and feel sorry for yourself? Hazel didn’t try to stop the girl as she eased herself from the scene, ducking out without a second glance so people wouldn’t miss what didn’t matter.
★ — 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