07-30-2018, 12:47 PM
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with grace in your heart and flowers in your hair
Hazel had...never been to a wedding, much less a vow renewal. She was fairly sure it was at least similar to a wedding, which was just as exciting. When she'd recieved her invitation, the ground had splintered under her bare feet, glinting with spots of iron pirite. It was about damn time that Shay and Margy had something like this happen; there had been too much angst swirling about lately. Fortunately - for Hazel, at least - she was finally starting to get used to the radio silence in her brain; finally able to start bottling up her anger and self depreciation again now that Ti wasn't screaming. Maybe they would all hit that turning point. Maybe this was Margy and Shay's turning point.
The only thing Hazel was really anticipating was the song Shay had asked her to play when most of it was said and done. She had to scramble to learn it and ignore the way her fingers shook the entire time. Playing in front of crowds sounded awful and embarrassing, but...if Shay and Margy really wanted her to, Hazel didn't have it in her to say no. Hopefully no gemstones cracked the ground while she sang. Deus, that would be mortifying.
Hazel stood with Shay, praying she was in the right spot. She was sure there were others that were supposed to be there, standing with her for Shay, but...maybe they were just late. The curly-haired girl shifted, resisting the urge to fidget with her hair. It felt stiff, loaded with hairspray to keep it in place. She could still feel the frizz, but there was nothing she could do about it now. She glanced at Shay, watching the tension ease slightly in the other woman's shoulders. "Are you ready?" Hazel asked quietly, nerves and excitement battling for her overtone.
The only thing Hazel was really anticipating was the song Shay had asked her to play when most of it was said and done. She had to scramble to learn it and ignore the way her fingers shook the entire time. Playing in front of crowds sounded awful and embarrassing, but...if Shay and Margy really wanted her to, Hazel didn't have it in her to say no. Hopefully no gemstones cracked the ground while she sang. Deus, that would be mortifying.
Hazel stood with Shay, praying she was in the right spot. She was sure there were others that were supposed to be there, standing with her for Shay, but...maybe they were just late. The curly-haired girl shifted, resisting the urge to fidget with her hair. It felt stiff, loaded with hairspray to keep it in place. She could still feel the frizz, but there was nothing she could do about it now. She glanced at Shay, watching the tension ease slightly in the other woman's shoulders. "Are you ready?" Hazel asked quietly, nerves and excitement battling for her overtone.
© MADI
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WITH EVERY HEARTBEAT I HAVE LEFT
i will defend your every breath; i'll do better