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Ever since the day of Suite’s combat training, where Genevieve had exposed her deep set fears like they bored her, the girl’s voice had become excruciatingly loud. The volume climbed — a linear progression, parallel with her taunts and jeers. Day and night she whispered barbed memories in her ear, reminding her of the things Mother might have said or done and the way she might have reacted; how that one particular comment would have earned her a smack and a new scar.
Hazel was essentially disfunctional, at this point: ruffled, hardly capable of getting out of bed, keeping a smile to herself because there was nothing there to give her the dopamine high she was looking for. She had become desensitized to the bond that bridged her mind and Bastille’s, taking the shocks of emotions with a delayed, dull reaction. Fear had pushed her too far; her sole thought was to keep the girl out, to keep her away from the mainframe of her operating systems.
Not that it would matter, though. Because that bond she was so numb to? It did it for her. Flicked the switches off and powered down the applications that kept her running. Let it all run from gold to teal and pale blue, the color slip sliding in a messy gradient as Hazel’s souls jostled and rolled with Bastille’s.
Hazel sought out her bond-buddy immediately, eyes glassy and dim and unfocused. Their normal glowing gold hardened, the light fading into a deep, dark chocolate. Hazel was slipping, falling asleep, her grasp on the present tunneling and blackening. Fear drenched every part of her, knowing something was wrong but not quite being able to place her finger on it.
“God, this girl is such a mess.” Complained Titaniumstars, voice thin on a whine. She had perched herself next to Suiteheart, refusing to spare the female a glance before bending her head to lick the fur on her chest flat. Only then did she look up, chocolate optics sliding over Suiteheart boredly.
“Meh,” she decided with a wrinkle of her nose. “You’re cute, but I like the other one better — the one with the nice ass.” Tin sighed, flicking her gaze over to Bastille and — oh. There he was. “Haze’s little boy-toy!” She chirped, grin all spite and tease as her weight leaned in his direction. She could tell easily that this was a different shade of the same boy, but...she had wanted to test out the nickname in person all the same.
“Nah. You’re a funner version of the boy-toy; the one that knows how to have a good time.” Tin’s smile grew wicked. “Never imagined I’d get to meet you up close. I remember you from last time, y’know? Couldn’t tell if it was you or Hazel’s toy who was flirting with that girl, but whoever it was, you got her all worked up in a knot. Kudos.” She feigned tipping a hat, offering him acknowledgement for the event that got the whole shbang started.
Hearing his next words, Tin paused, paw halting on its journey to take a swipe over her ear. “Awe,” she cooed. “Didn’t realize baby couldn’t handle a couple days away from his drug supply and booze. What a man.” Titanium let Hazel’s paw swipe over her ear before flexing her claws, inspecting them with mild interest before flicking her gaze back up to Zaniel. “I should probably thank you, though,” She sighed. “The little soul-roll? Let me breathe. Haven’t blinked my own two eyes in months, since I was dragged out of hell and shoved into this broken teapot.”
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Ever since the day of Suite’s combat training, where Genevieve had exposed her deep set fears like they bored her, the girl’s voice had become excruciatingly loud. The volume climbed — a linear progression, parallel with her taunts and jeers. Day and night she whispered barbed memories in her ear, reminding her of the things Mother might have said or done and the way she might have reacted; how that one particular comment would have earned her a smack and a new scar.
Hazel was essentially disfunctional, at this point: ruffled, hardly capable of getting out of bed, keeping a smile to herself because there was nothing there to give her the dopamine high she was looking for. She had become desensitized to the bond that bridged her mind and Bastille’s, taking the shocks of emotions with a delayed, dull reaction. Fear had pushed her too far; her sole thought was to keep the girl out, to keep her away from the mainframe of her operating systems.
Not that it would matter, though. Because that bond she was so numb to? It did it for her. Flicked the switches off and powered down the applications that kept her running. Let it all run from gold to teal and pale blue, the color slip sliding in a messy gradient as Hazel’s souls jostled and rolled with Bastille’s.
Hazel sought out her bond-buddy immediately, eyes glassy and dim and unfocused. Their normal glowing gold hardened, the light fading into a deep, dark chocolate. Hazel was slipping, falling asleep, her grasp on the present tunneling and blackening. Fear drenched every part of her, knowing something was wrong but not quite being able to place her finger on it.
“God, this girl is such a mess.” Complained Titaniumstars, voice thin on a whine. She had perched herself next to Suiteheart, refusing to spare the female a glance before bending her head to lick the fur on her chest flat. Only then did she look up, chocolate optics sliding over Suiteheart boredly.
“Meh,” she decided with a wrinkle of her nose. “You’re cute, but I like the other one better — the one with the nice ass.” Tin sighed, flicking her gaze over to Bastille and — oh. There he was. “Haze’s little boy-toy!” She chirped, grin all spite and tease as her weight leaned in his direction. She could tell easily that this was a different shade of the same boy, but...she had wanted to test out the nickname in person all the same.
“Nah. You’re a funner version of the boy-toy; the one that knows how to have a good time.” Tin’s smile grew wicked. “Never imagined I’d get to meet you up close. I remember you from last time, y’know? Couldn’t tell if it was you or Hazel’s toy who was flirting with that girl, but whoever it was, you got her all worked up in a knot. Kudos.” She feigned tipping a hat, offering him acknowledgement for the event that got the whole shbang started.
Hearing his next words, Tin paused, paw halting on its journey to take a swipe over her ear. “Awe,” she cooed. “Didn’t realize baby couldn’t handle a couple days away from his drug supply and booze. What a man.” Titanium let Hazel’s paw swipe over her ear before flexing her claws, inspecting them with mild interest before flicking her gaze back up to Zaniel. “I should probably thank you, though,” She sighed. “The little soul-roll? Let me breathe. Haven’t blinked my own two eyes in months, since I was dragged out of hell and shoved into this broken teapot.”
ooc squawks gklsdjfLK here have a titanium i got impatient??
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WITH EVERY HEARTBEAT I HAVE LEFT
i will defend your every breath; i'll do better