09-05-2018, 11:09 PM
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as love filled night gives way to day
Hazel had, once again, succeeded in dragging herself out of her room, and managed to find a small inkling of pride in it. The soft shades of dusk hid her haunted expression in its grainy resolution, though it did not hide the dim glow of her golden optics. Like dull metal, they rusted, her grieving emotions producing lackluster sapphires and lapis lazuli under her paws.
Her sense of pride didn't last long - the moment she noticed Etty's campfire, her spark vanished. Margy and Suite would have loved this... she lamented silently. The family aspect, the comfort - all the elements it took to draw Margy and Suite to a scene. She was ready to sit by the fireside with her family, with her friends and her lifelines - of course, none of that was possible, as all that remained of them were phantoms. Ghosts that would haunt her until the end of her days.
Exhaustion, heavy and dragging, slammed into her bones, and Hazel all but stumbled into a sitting position, tucking her legs under her to get more comfortable. The heat of the flames almost felt like body heat, and she regretted the fact that it wasn't. Seconds passed while she collected herself, putting on a facade and smiling at Etty. "This is wonderful, Etty." The cocoa feline murmured. "Thank you for the offer of a s'more, but...I'm full." Liar; she wasn't. Hazel had hardly touched a piece of food in days, but her mind had no appetite. She felt no need to eat when there was no reason.
Her sense of pride didn't last long - the moment she noticed Etty's campfire, her spark vanished. Margy and Suite would have loved this... she lamented silently. The family aspect, the comfort - all the elements it took to draw Margy and Suite to a scene. She was ready to sit by the fireside with her family, with her friends and her lifelines - of course, none of that was possible, as all that remained of them were phantoms. Ghosts that would haunt her until the end of her days.
Exhaustion, heavy and dragging, slammed into her bones, and Hazel all but stumbled into a sitting position, tucking her legs under her to get more comfortable. The heat of the flames almost felt like body heat, and she regretted the fact that it wasn't. Seconds passed while she collected herself, putting on a facade and smiling at Etty. "This is wonderful, Etty." The cocoa feline murmured. "Thank you for the offer of a s'more, but...I'm full." Liar; she wasn't. Hazel had hardly touched a piece of food in days, but her mind had no appetite. She felt no need to eat when there was no reason.
© MADI
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WITH EVERY HEARTBEAT I HAVE LEFT
i will defend your every breath; i'll do better