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with grace in your heart and flowers in your hair
Hazel’s shoulders sagged with relief at Lessa’s offer. “That’s perfect, Lessa — thank you.” She said, locking her jaw against the chatter of her teeth as she shuffled down the hall. Hazel had forgotten that air conditioning made rain (even during the summer) a lot less fun the moment you stepped inside, turning the house into a winter forest. Then again, she reflected, it was her choice to trek to the estate in the downpour. She’d gotten her fair share of fun out of it, especially in trying to get Bastille’s powers to break by splashing water at him. (She couldn’t believe he actually joined her; for all of his complaining, she thought he wouldn’t go.) Besides, she always enjoyed jumping in puddles. The only part that became tedious was if the storm turned into a torrential downpour — then it just became painful.
Hazel stripped down and changed as quickly as possible, the concept of a heated blanket nearly as enticing as warm cookies and friends. Not knowing what else to do with her wet clothes, she shoved them back into her bag and made her way back to the living room, flannel pj pants swallowing her feet and tank top covering just enough skin. She managed to reach them right as Thea tossed a pillow in Bastille’s direction, laughing under her breath. “I second that, Thea.” She mused. She didn’t, not really, but Hazel was down for a bit of fun and games whilst she struggled to braid her mop of hair.
“Does...anyone know how to braid?” It was more than embarrassing: being 17 and unable to braid her own hair. Generally she just tossed it up in a bun and left it to perish, but with it this wet? No thanks. She sat down in the floor with a towel wrapped over her shoulders, trying not to dampen everything in the room. That was when she took notice of Vi and Moon, straightening before smiling brightly at them. “Hi, guys. Nice of you to drop by. Though I can’t see why you let Moon tag along, Vi.” Hazel teased, sticking her tongue out at the boy of subject.
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Hazel stripped down and changed as quickly as possible, the concept of a heated blanket nearly as enticing as warm cookies and friends. Not knowing what else to do with her wet clothes, she shoved them back into her bag and made her way back to the living room, flannel pj pants swallowing her feet and tank top covering just enough skin. She managed to reach them right as Thea tossed a pillow in Bastille’s direction, laughing under her breath. “I second that, Thea.” She mused. She didn’t, not really, but Hazel was down for a bit of fun and games whilst she struggled to braid her mop of hair.
“Does...anyone know how to braid?” It was more than embarrassing: being 17 and unable to braid her own hair. Generally she just tossed it up in a bun and left it to perish, but with it this wet? No thanks. She sat down in the floor with a towel wrapped over her shoulders, trying not to dampen everything in the room. That was when she took notice of Vi and Moon, straightening before smiling brightly at them. “Hi, guys. Nice of you to drop by. Though I can’t see why you let Moon tag along, Vi.” Hazel teased, sticking her tongue out at the boy of subject.
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WITH EVERY HEARTBEAT I HAVE LEFT
i will defend your every breath; i'll do better