08-20-2018, 04:50 PM
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as love filled night gives way to day
The scenery had always been a plus for Hazel's artistic side; her romanticism always searching for that golden ratio, that thing that would make the page pop to life. She missed that about art: being able to capture the land on a piece of paper. It was so different from photography, but brought a similar satisfaction. Hazel desperately wanted to draw again - just wanted to feel the charcoal on the page and listen to the graphite scratch and etch. But there was still that gap of pointless, worthless, useless blocking her from reaching it; still that ringing echo of Genevieve's words that felt like a slap to the face.
Regardless, what drew her to the border was both her aimless, thoughtless wandering about in complete freedom and the subconcious tug of the tether that bound her to Bastille. It rarely surprised her these days that he was somewhere nearby just about everywhere she showed up; it had become a habit. In fact, it was more odd to not see him.
Golden optics focused on the stranger at hand: a seemingly normal feline with very not normal accessories. (Actually, they were normal for this land and world, but that didn't raise Hazel's confidence level.) The girl hovered next to Bastille, suddenly remembering what it was like to be around people she didn't know anything about. Shyness clouded her mind as she nodded to the femme. "Hi," She greeted, trying not to stumble over her words. "I'm Hazel. I like your name." The cocoa feline offered a rather bashful grin, trying not to blush harder than she already was. She had considered a lot of effects the observatory lock-down would have on her mind and powers, but never had she thought that it might make a reappearance with her social awkwardness.
Regardless, what drew her to the border was both her aimless, thoughtless wandering about in complete freedom and the subconcious tug of the tether that bound her to Bastille. It rarely surprised her these days that he was somewhere nearby just about everywhere she showed up; it had become a habit. In fact, it was more odd to not see him.
Golden optics focused on the stranger at hand: a seemingly normal feline with very not normal accessories. (Actually, they were normal for this land and world, but that didn't raise Hazel's confidence level.) The girl hovered next to Bastille, suddenly remembering what it was like to be around people she didn't know anything about. Shyness clouded her mind as she nodded to the femme. "Hi," She greeted, trying not to stumble over her words. "I'm Hazel. I like your name." The cocoa feline offered a rather bashful grin, trying not to blush harder than she already was. She had considered a lot of effects the observatory lock-down would have on her mind and powers, but never had she thought that it might make a reappearance with her social awkwardness.
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WITH EVERY HEARTBEAT I HAVE LEFT
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