09-01-2018, 11:49 PM
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as love filled night gives way to day
It was the first time Hazel managed to drag herself out of her room in a few days; since Margy and Suite's death. There was a certain sort of dull, lifeless air about her as she pressed herself against a wall, too tired to move further in any direction. Her aura was dim, her eyes lacking their usual luster; her body language was limp and exhausted, easily tuckered out by the mere thought of something more engaging than breathing. It was a pathetic sight, really, to see the cocoa feline curled into a loose ball with her tail tucked against her body. Just a week ago she'd merrily gone about her day, playing with Arion in the fields or sketching a flower because her mind was quiet and her head was clear. Things were okay, and she liked them that way. Then...Margy and Suite died, and Hazel felt a great, gaping chasm crack her heart open and swallow every bit of positive progress she'd made, nearly sucking the life out of her. Everything - even her bond with Bastille - seemed to fade into the background. Margy and Suite had taken a part of her with them, and she felt like there was nothing she could do to get it back.
Thea's sudden teleportation and sneezing roused Hazel from her thoughts, though she reacted with only a mere twitch of her ears and a slow blink. It took her a moment to recognize Thea, in a way, essentially having to gather the energy to decide if she wanted to ask the young leopard if she was okay. What the other fireball was doing didn't look to be intentional, but it wasn't until she crashed into someone else did the logic in Hazel's mind win the battle of involvement. "Thea?" Hazel called eventually, struggling to raise her head. Her voice was hoarse, sound scraping past her throat from days of crying and little else. "Are you okay?" It was obvious she wasn't, but Hazel didn't care to think about much else.
Thea's sudden teleportation and sneezing roused Hazel from her thoughts, though she reacted with only a mere twitch of her ears and a slow blink. It took her a moment to recognize Thea, in a way, essentially having to gather the energy to decide if she wanted to ask the young leopard if she was okay. What the other fireball was doing didn't look to be intentional, but it wasn't until she crashed into someone else did the logic in Hazel's mind win the battle of involvement. "Thea?" Hazel called eventually, struggling to raise her head. Her voice was hoarse, sound scraping past her throat from days of crying and little else. "Are you okay?" It was obvious she wasn't, but Hazel didn't care to think about much else.
© MADI
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WITH EVERY HEARTBEAT I HAVE LEFT
i will defend your every breath; i'll do better