09-05-2018, 10:36 PM
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as love filled night gives way to day
Hazel didn't want to attend the meeting; she didn't care enough about it, or the clan's inner workings. In fact, she wasn't sure how Bastille was standing above them all, voice level and calm if not stone cold while she hardly felt the need to move herself from her spot against the wall. Given the event that she could feel the bond between them, she might have been able to detect something underneath the apathy. But the link felt numb, void; nonexistent. Even his voice barely reached her ears, and her only form of acknowledgement came in the twitch of her ears. Hazel simply existed on the fringe of the crowd, hidden in the shadows of the room, in the shadows of her own mentality. Margaery, Suiteheart, and Roy were dead...but life went on.
(we love distracted posts)
(we love distracted posts)
© MADI
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WITH EVERY HEARTBEAT I HAVE LEFT
i will defend your every breath; i'll do better