so there I was, barbecue sauce on my titties [ open ]

[★ HAZEL]

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with grace in your heart and flowers in your hair

Hazel’s language barrier stemmed from two different issues: Mother’s hatred for novels and her fluency in Latin. As a child, she’d yearned for books and things to read, heedless of the fact that she had no idea what the English alphabet really looked like. There were things around the house with English lettering, but Hazel couldn’t make sense of it, as most of them looked like illegitimate Latin words. So she’d dreamed of stories of princes and princesses, of knights and dragons and gods too powerful for their own good; of what it might look like on paper. What it would be like to see their thoughts and know what they were going through and say “wow, me too!”

Hazel’s dreams were currently in the works of beocoming a reality: Bastille teaching her to read English had quite possibly been one of the best things that had happened to her, honestly. Of course, it had become less a teaching lesson and more just listening to him read classics, but she didn’t mind. It was one of the most relaxing things Hazel had experienced. It was also the only time she’d ever seen him that at ease, which was frankly quite impressive.

Wandering over to Myliu, Hazel winced at his foul tongue, noting that she’d met him once before and he didn’t seem to speak much. “Hello.” The feline greeted, glancing briefly at the book he was flipping through. She was fairly sure she’d been over that same book and given up half way through a while ago, too frustrated with it to continue. “Are you learning to read?” She tacked on carefully, voice polite in case it might be a sensitive subject.

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