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Hazel woke with a start, shouts piercing her dreamless sleep. It was the first nap she’d taken in a while; forced under by Titanium’s power roll, Hazel finally had a little bit of energy in her veins. She’d been lucky and grateful that her slumber consisted of no nightmares, but instead an odd feeling of fleeting warmth that she couldn’t place. Ah, well. She wasn’t complaining.
Sitting up, Hazel moved to get out of bed. However, the covers and blankets tangled around her, and she had to struggle to remove them. “Oh deus meus,” She mumbled. Pushing the blankets away revealed dark skin draped over two legs, not four. Hazel dragged her lip under her teeth, stretching her arms in front of her. She wasn’t a shapeshifter, so...? Deus, maybe everyone else was like this, too.
Rising carefully, the girl shuddered as massive amounts of curls brushed against bare skin. Everything felt odd and wrong and — wait, no fur. Cold. It might be summer, but in the basement of the observatory? The concrete floors and walls were like an icebox. Hazel searched blindly for something to cover up with, knowing she couldn’t walk outside naked. Just something to cover up the extremes...ah ha! Hazel snatched a dress off her beanbag, shrugged it on and walked out her door with a clarity she hadn’t experienced in days. She grabbed a blanket, too, keeping that wrapped around her shoulders because she was still cold and her bare feet weren’t helping.
Upon gracing the top of the stairs, the girl blinked, taking in the situation. She could pick out voices and auras, but appearances were...unfamiliar. A whine reached her ears and she turned, noticing a little girl with dark skin pressed into the corner. She couldn’t be but three or four, and there was only one child that young —
“Aali!” Hazel recognized, going to crouch in front of the shivering girl. “Hi, sweetheart — it’s me, Hazel.” She assured her, sliding the blanket off her shoulders to wrap around the child. “Here, you’ve gotta be freezing. Roy is just over there, okay?” She pointed to the familiar royal blue aura across the room before giving Aali a smile and standing. Honestly, she wanted to take the little girl to her adoptive father, but her skin was starting to itch, which meant she needed to find Bastille.
She tried to avoid looking at her hands and arms as she walked; her fingers were covered in pale scars, the same way her paw pads were. Cut by broken glass, they were still just bad reminders of something Hazel couldn’t escape. Part of her had hoped they had disappeared during the shift, but unfortunately that hadn’t been the case. Worrying at her lip with her teeth, she carried on, ignoring the flaws on her skin.
There had been a glow of ice just through the throng of confused people, and Hazel turned, searching for it. Bastille knew a little about all sorts of weird shit, and regardless of the bond, he would have been the first person Hazel sought out, anyway. Trying not to trip on her dress, she managed to find him just as a shirt appeared in his hands.
It didn’t matter; Hazel had already flushed right red, though she desperately tried yanking Ti’s eager “Holy shit!” away from the bond. Heart beating too fast for comfort and skin uncomfortably warm, Hazel fiddled with her hair, waiting for him to finish talking and for the blush to fade from her cheeks. “Who cares if something’s messed,” Ti purred. “he’s hot.” Hazel shoved that away, too, more effective in her mental abilities now that she’d slept.
“It might wear off soon,” Hazel supplied. “And I don’t think it’s so bad. Opposable thumbs are great for a lot of things!” She wiggled her thumbs, though her moment of optimism didn’t last long as she noticed the scars across her knuckle. Suppressing a small sigh, she considered her words, knowing art would be a lot easier with thumbs than without. Then again, she’d gotten rid of most of her art things the moment she’d left combat training and Genevieve. Nobody knew about it, not yet.
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Hazel woke with a start, shouts piercing her dreamless sleep. It was the first nap she’d taken in a while; forced under by Titanium’s power roll, Hazel finally had a little bit of energy in her veins. She’d been lucky and grateful that her slumber consisted of no nightmares, but instead an odd feeling of fleeting warmth that she couldn’t place. Ah, well. She wasn’t complaining.
Sitting up, Hazel moved to get out of bed. However, the covers and blankets tangled around her, and she had to struggle to remove them. “Oh deus meus,” She mumbled. Pushing the blankets away revealed dark skin draped over two legs, not four. Hazel dragged her lip under her teeth, stretching her arms in front of her. She wasn’t a shapeshifter, so...? Deus, maybe everyone else was like this, too.
Rising carefully, the girl shuddered as massive amounts of curls brushed against bare skin. Everything felt odd and wrong and — wait, no fur. Cold. It might be summer, but in the basement of the observatory? The concrete floors and walls were like an icebox. Hazel searched blindly for something to cover up with, knowing she couldn’t walk outside naked. Just something to cover up the extremes...ah ha! Hazel snatched a dress off her beanbag, shrugged it on and walked out her door with a clarity she hadn’t experienced in days. She grabbed a blanket, too, keeping that wrapped around her shoulders because she was still cold and her bare feet weren’t helping.
Upon gracing the top of the stairs, the girl blinked, taking in the situation. She could pick out voices and auras, but appearances were...unfamiliar. A whine reached her ears and she turned, noticing a little girl with dark skin pressed into the corner. She couldn’t be but three or four, and there was only one child that young —
“Aali!” Hazel recognized, going to crouch in front of the shivering girl. “Hi, sweetheart — it’s me, Hazel.” She assured her, sliding the blanket off her shoulders to wrap around the child. “Here, you’ve gotta be freezing. Roy is just over there, okay?” She pointed to the familiar royal blue aura across the room before giving Aali a smile and standing. Honestly, she wanted to take the little girl to her adoptive father, but her skin was starting to itch, which meant she needed to find Bastille.
She tried to avoid looking at her hands and arms as she walked; her fingers were covered in pale scars, the same way her paw pads were. Cut by broken glass, they were still just bad reminders of something Hazel couldn’t escape. Part of her had hoped they had disappeared during the shift, but unfortunately that hadn’t been the case. Worrying at her lip with her teeth, she carried on, ignoring the flaws on her skin.
There had been a glow of ice just through the throng of confused people, and Hazel turned, searching for it. Bastille knew a little about all sorts of weird shit, and regardless of the bond, he would have been the first person Hazel sought out, anyway. Trying not to trip on her dress, she managed to find him just as a shirt appeared in his hands.
It didn’t matter; Hazel had already flushed right red, though she desperately tried yanking Ti’s eager “Holy shit!” away from the bond. Heart beating too fast for comfort and skin uncomfortably warm, Hazel fiddled with her hair, waiting for him to finish talking and for the blush to fade from her cheeks. “Who cares if something’s messed,” Ti purred. “he’s hot.” Hazel shoved that away, too, more effective in her mental abilities now that she’d slept.
“It might wear off soon,” Hazel supplied. “And I don’t think it’s so bad. Opposable thumbs are great for a lot of things!” She wiggled her thumbs, though her moment of optimism didn’t last long as she noticed the scars across her knuckle. Suppressing a small sigh, she considered her words, knowing art would be a lot easier with thumbs than without. Then again, she’d gotten rid of most of her art things the moment she’d left combat training and Genevieve. Nobody knew about it, not yet.
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WITH EVERY HEARTBEAT I HAVE LEFT
i will defend your every breath; i'll do better