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with grace in your heart and flowers in your hair
This situation presented Hazel with something she had been anticipating since...the day she joined, really. The shadows and daggers of the real world were constantly catching her off gaurd, despite her readily accepting their existence. She herself had already begun to experience the darker parts of living, but physical and emotional concepts were always completely separated in her mind. Night terrors? Physical. Titanium? Emotional. There was a bright, clear line between them. It was blatant that the world was disturbed and capable of tearing things apart without sparing it a second glance, but it was so different to witness those ruthless, merciless acts.
Hazel was certain that she might encounter something far more sinister than nightmares, but she'd never thought she'd happen across it within the Ascendants. She had joined under the information that they were generally peaceful, which...admittedly, left a margin of error and room for bad decision, but where were people's morals? She had grown up in a bad place with a bad person that left her scarred, which was seemingly a crystal clear indication that it was wrong and unjustifiable. But compared to waterboarding, it made Hazel's childhood seem like a field trip.
That being what it was, Hazel never wanted to witness something more horrific than her ordeal, no matter who they were. She was so emotionally traumatized by her childhood that she could hardly stand to touch another person. Even months later she was still haunted, still plagued by the pain and the fear that followed her like a shadow. Her experience tainted the rest of her life, made it miserable and tormenting and utterly awful. Watching someone else go through that sounded like watching her ongoing hell all over again.
"What are you doing?" The chocolate feline demanded, that familiar angry fire sparking in her golden optics. She had stalked over at the sound of water splashing oddly against the concrete floor, curiosity quickly turning into morbid horror and anger. The ground had split, the concrete fracturing to produce a whole mess of tiny gems: peruvian opal, tanzanite, ruby, peridot. A whole emotional coctail, ripe and boiling. The foreign smell of Typhoon permeated the air, but Hazel's focus was elsewhere.
Hazel was certain that she might encounter something far more sinister than nightmares, but she'd never thought she'd happen across it within the Ascendants. She had joined under the information that they were generally peaceful, which...admittedly, left a margin of error and room for bad decision, but where were people's morals? She had grown up in a bad place with a bad person that left her scarred, which was seemingly a crystal clear indication that it was wrong and unjustifiable. But compared to waterboarding, it made Hazel's childhood seem like a field trip.
That being what it was, Hazel never wanted to witness something more horrific than her ordeal, no matter who they were. She was so emotionally traumatized by her childhood that she could hardly stand to touch another person. Even months later she was still haunted, still plagued by the pain and the fear that followed her like a shadow. Her experience tainted the rest of her life, made it miserable and tormenting and utterly awful. Watching someone else go through that sounded like watching her ongoing hell all over again.
"What are you doing?" The chocolate feline demanded, that familiar angry fire sparking in her golden optics. She had stalked over at the sound of water splashing oddly against the concrete floor, curiosity quickly turning into morbid horror and anger. The ground had split, the concrete fracturing to produce a whole mess of tiny gems: peruvian opal, tanzanite, ruby, peridot. A whole emotional coctail, ripe and boiling. The foreign smell of Typhoon permeated the air, but Hazel's focus was elsewhere.
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WITH EVERY HEARTBEAT I HAVE LEFT
i will defend your every breath; i'll do better