08-23-2018, 12:30 PM
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as love filled night gives way to day
Hazel tried not to get into everyone's business; she didn't have the authority. She knew that. And most days, she was pretty good about it. Unless it was Margaery, Suiteheart or Bastille, Hazel felt little responsibility for other people's personal lives. Partly because it was too much to keep up with, and partly because it...literally wasn't her place. Until something put other people in danger.
Which sounded like a hero anthem, honestly, and not at all up Hazel's alley. But it was watching people get away with things they shouldn't that irritated her; like hurting someone. Hazel just wanted to stop it before it escalated further. She couldn't say that she wasn't scared of following Oni and his living wake of anger, because she was terrified. She'd heard that he'd ripped apart an innocent person in a frenzy, so...yeah, she was terrified. But she also got that the kid needed some sort of outlet - a safe outlet - for his anger. She'd dealt with anger before; Titanium's anger was raw and bitter and fierce, but never primal. Just vengeance-driven. So Hazel had brought up Oni's temper to Bastille, wondering if he'd do something about it.
At the younger fireball's smart remark, Hazel felt a brief shock of panic at the word girlfriend, but decided that wasn't the object at hand. "No." She sighed, struggling to push away the quiver in her voice. Golden optics glanced sideways at Bastille, not knowing quite what he was planning on saying. "We're worried about you, Oni." And that was true; she was worried. Anger was exhausting and more dangerous than a live wire. She didn't want Oni getting in to more trouble than he intended because of something he couldn't control.
Which sounded like a hero anthem, honestly, and not at all up Hazel's alley. But it was watching people get away with things they shouldn't that irritated her; like hurting someone. Hazel just wanted to stop it before it escalated further. She couldn't say that she wasn't scared of following Oni and his living wake of anger, because she was terrified. She'd heard that he'd ripped apart an innocent person in a frenzy, so...yeah, she was terrified. But she also got that the kid needed some sort of outlet - a safe outlet - for his anger. She'd dealt with anger before; Titanium's anger was raw and bitter and fierce, but never primal. Just vengeance-driven. So Hazel had brought up Oni's temper to Bastille, wondering if he'd do something about it.
At the younger fireball's smart remark, Hazel felt a brief shock of panic at the word girlfriend, but decided that wasn't the object at hand. "No." She sighed, struggling to push away the quiver in her voice. Golden optics glanced sideways at Bastille, not knowing quite what he was planning on saying. "We're worried about you, Oni." And that was true; she was worried. Anger was exhausting and more dangerous than a live wire. She didn't want Oni getting in to more trouble than he intended because of something he couldn't control.
© MADI
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WITH EVERY HEARTBEAT I HAVE LEFT
i will defend your every breath; i'll do better