07-08-2018, 11:05 PM
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Since her nap, Hazel felt like she could finally open her eyes without feeling the sting and burn of sleep deprivation. Titaniumstars — the name was finally seared onto her tongue after Ti’s little act — hadn’t quieted down, in fact only seeming to get louder. Hazel didn’t mind at the moment; her renewed energy had given her a jovial and strengthened ability to ignore the girl.
Her dopamine high wouldn’t last long, however. Hazel knew this. She could still feel the drugging sleep deprivation lingering in the corners of her vision, weighing on the edge of her bones. Didn’t matter; she was ignoring it for now, running on her borrowed time with that slight edge of hysteria and the want to laugh.
More importantly, the want to find Bastille. Because she felt the chill of being too far, knowing that their bond was stringing her along and even with sleep, she didn’t care. She enjoyed his presence. She felt better after learning about Pollie and seeing him passed out after a bad trip had...mellowed her opinion, so to speak.
She supposed it was all that and then some. Nothing she was ready to admit, but. An odd sense of separation had filtered through the bond, but she couldn’t tell if it was from her or him. She seemed to miss him whenever he wasn’t near, which was...almost bothersome. Not quite.
Hazel appeared after Gen had finished speaking, her pelt prickling with Tin’s anger and her own self-loathing as the sharp-tongued feline’s presence reminded her bitterly of what she was incapable of. Not that she had to go far to find that; Titanium was always willing to provide reassurance that yes, Hazel was weak and helpless. Lovely.
However, upon turning to face Bastille, Hazel’s eyes lit up, eagerly taking stock of the situation. Titanium had already burst out laughing, a jeer at the ready, but it didn’t matter. The giddy high of hilarity at the situation was already bleeding through, and Hazel couldn’t stop the giggle that escaped her lips. Nor could she stop it from spilling into a burst of laughter, bright and loud; the first bout in weeks. Because Bastille — the brooding, possessive, jealous, sarcastic leader of their clan was covered in flowers, and he couldn’t seem to het them to leave.
“Wow — ” Hazel all but wheezed, tears cornering her eyes. “Deus, I need a camera.” She smiled, chest still jumping with laughter as she wandered closer, bending down to inspect the yellow flowers. “Very nice,” She purred. “I didn’t know you had such a green thumb!”
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Since her nap, Hazel felt like she could finally open her eyes without feeling the sting and burn of sleep deprivation. Titaniumstars — the name was finally seared onto her tongue after Ti’s little act — hadn’t quieted down, in fact only seeming to get louder. Hazel didn’t mind at the moment; her renewed energy had given her a jovial and strengthened ability to ignore the girl.
Her dopamine high wouldn’t last long, however. Hazel knew this. She could still feel the drugging sleep deprivation lingering in the corners of her vision, weighing on the edge of her bones. Didn’t matter; she was ignoring it for now, running on her borrowed time with that slight edge of hysteria and the want to laugh.
More importantly, the want to find Bastille. Because she felt the chill of being too far, knowing that their bond was stringing her along and even with sleep, she didn’t care. She enjoyed his presence. She felt better after learning about Pollie and seeing him passed out after a bad trip had...mellowed her opinion, so to speak.
She supposed it was all that and then some. Nothing she was ready to admit, but. An odd sense of separation had filtered through the bond, but she couldn’t tell if it was from her or him. She seemed to miss him whenever he wasn’t near, which was...almost bothersome. Not quite.
Hazel appeared after Gen had finished speaking, her pelt prickling with Tin’s anger and her own self-loathing as the sharp-tongued feline’s presence reminded her bitterly of what she was incapable of. Not that she had to go far to find that; Titanium was always willing to provide reassurance that yes, Hazel was weak and helpless. Lovely.
However, upon turning to face Bastille, Hazel’s eyes lit up, eagerly taking stock of the situation. Titanium had already burst out laughing, a jeer at the ready, but it didn’t matter. The giddy high of hilarity at the situation was already bleeding through, and Hazel couldn’t stop the giggle that escaped her lips. Nor could she stop it from spilling into a burst of laughter, bright and loud; the first bout in weeks. Because Bastille — the brooding, possessive, jealous, sarcastic leader of their clan was covered in flowers, and he couldn’t seem to het them to leave.
“Wow — ” Hazel all but wheezed, tears cornering her eyes. “Deus, I need a camera.” She smiled, chest still jumping with laughter as she wandered closer, bending down to inspect the yellow flowers. “Very nice,” She purred. “I didn’t know you had such a green thumb!”
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WITH EVERY HEARTBEAT I HAVE LEFT
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