07-31-2018, 08:02 PM
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with grace in your heart and flowers in your hair
Hazel hated this feeling. The cold, chilling brush of something ghostly, something ethereal, down the length of her spine. Like sinking her teeth into frozen ice cream, it raised goosebumps on her arms, drowned everything else out with the ringing in her ears. It was the epitome of dread, the finalty of claws digging into her skin to drag her soul out of her body and leave her breathless with it. With the sensation came so many awful, terrible memories that dragged that deep you never got to them in time back into the open. It glazed her eyes, sent her into a horrible autopilot mode that rendered her dazed and depleted of energy for hours. And yet, the entire ordeal would sweep over her in seconds.
The moment Hazel felt that ice at the nape of her neck, she took off, bolting to follow the haunting sensation to its victim, hoping she got there in time. The aura on the border was weak and unfamiliar, clearly nobody she knew or recognized, but she didn't care. She really, really didn't care.
And as uaul, no matter how fast Hazel ran, she would never outrun Death. She would never reach them on time, and she knew this somewhere in her chest. But hope was a funny thing, and it fell, sunk like a stone - like it did, every single time - the moment she skidded to a halt and let her gaze rest on the motionless figure, chest heaving. "Immo vero," Hazel breathed, voice cracking. "I'm so sorry for your loss." She glanced to Gabriel, finding him an unfamiliar face. She wanted to say sorry that she couldn't get there in time, but found it would be confusing and wrong to hear. Just looking at the gravely injured stranger was enough to clog her throat, vivid images of Margy, Suite and Bastille's motionless bodies floating in front of her vision. "Was she important to you?" Hazel asked Gabriel quietly, paying the sapphire that popped up at her paws no mind.
The moment Hazel felt that ice at the nape of her neck, she took off, bolting to follow the haunting sensation to its victim, hoping she got there in time. The aura on the border was weak and unfamiliar, clearly nobody she knew or recognized, but she didn't care. She really, really didn't care.
And as uaul, no matter how fast Hazel ran, she would never outrun Death. She would never reach them on time, and she knew this somewhere in her chest. But hope was a funny thing, and it fell, sunk like a stone - like it did, every single time - the moment she skidded to a halt and let her gaze rest on the motionless figure, chest heaving. "Immo vero," Hazel breathed, voice cracking. "I'm so sorry for your loss." She glanced to Gabriel, finding him an unfamiliar face. She wanted to say sorry that she couldn't get there in time, but found it would be confusing and wrong to hear. Just looking at the gravely injured stranger was enough to clog her throat, vivid images of Margy, Suite and Bastille's motionless bodies floating in front of her vision. "Was she important to you?" Hazel asked Gabriel quietly, paying the sapphire that popped up at her paws no mind.
© MADI
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WITH EVERY HEARTBEAT I HAVE LEFT
i will defend your every breath; i'll do better