help me -- private / hazel

[tori]

// human au because you know how it be

Things were getting out of hand, he felt, even if only a little bit. But a little bit turned into a lot, and in due time he knew there would be more attacks and then they would all die. The only "lucky ones" would be those to either get out in time without the ravaging Typhoon pirates catching them as they escape, or those that died on home turf, a familiar land and familiar grave. Something about that seemed like a familiar ideology, but for the life of him he couldn't say why. After all, he was young and even then, he had never been in a state such as this, caught in the middle of a declaration of war.

He supposed it wasn't as bad as he was making it out to be, there was only one real death as far as he was aware of, and that was that one guy Carolina dragged in. And she....she killed him. Snapped his neck just as quick as she'd awoken him with a bucket of water. Alex still felt such a sense of dread in his chest when he thought about it, it made him so uneasy. He had never seen death so up close, he didn't understand the sudden stillness, almost as if a soul really did leave the body.

And now, part 2 of the unlucky streak. Marg. Margaery was gone. Margaery was fucking gone and there was nothing he could do about it, something about some past demons and now Suite was miserable. Damn it all.

He leaned up against his room's wall, pulling his black hair up into the usual ponytail he'd adopted since his return. Hair got longer, he didn't have the energy to cut it. He didn't want to. Another weird strange, a little quirk maybe, something he had yet to understand about himself. He just...wanted to keep it long.

"What do you have left? Margaery is gone, Suite is too tired to deal with you, this place will be gutted in due time anyway, a war zone." A little nagging voice badgered him in his silence, poking at insecurities and fears, but not maliciously. It was his own voice after all, not a ghost and not a demon. But it was right, who else could he go to?

The only person he could think of was Hazel. Yeah, he barely knew her, and Bastille seemed to have this desire to protect her to at least keep her happy, even when he turned tail and ran. Yet, something about Hazel made him comfortable and safe, she just had that vibe about her. Maybe it was her singing when they first met or the soft appearance but either way he wanted to talk to her.

It took him a few minutes to get out of his room, stuck in a loop of "am I being annoying" before just pushing his weight out and stumbling into the hall. He hoped she was in her room, he couldn't tell for sure, and he would simply catch on fire if he asked for her and she wasn't there.

And so, he knocked. And waited.

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