09-09-2018, 09:59 PM
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as love filled night gives way to day
Did Hazel want to be at this event? No, not particularly. She didn't want to be anywhere near all these people and their strange, foreign faces. The unperturbed expressions of the newcomers were a sore reminder of the world's lack of sympathy, to which Hazel despised. For once, she needed the world to stop and let her catch up. For once, she needed something to hold onto so the world's apathy didn't fling her off her axis.
Arms folded across her thinning body, the girl's dimly lit optics sought out Bastille, only to find him at Moon's shoulder, a feet feet above the rest of the group. Immediately, any sort of want to participate vanished. The two most familiar people here, and...she couldn't even reach them. Despair clogged her throat, and she hung back, straying to the fringes of the group. She could sit beside Thea, but there was something in that girl's aura that unnerved her; something that pushed her away. Idly, she watched Onision and Harland, tracking them for a moment and deeming both of them unworthy of her pathetic want for an anchor. She really only wanted Bastille, but...anything to make the ground stop spinning underneath her bare feet.
So Hazel sunk into her sweater, wrapping the large sleeves around herself to listen to the conversation at hand and force her part in it. "Cats," She mumbled after a moment. "Cats are soft and quiet." There was more reasoning behind her answer, but Hazel gave no indication of wanting to share more. Her voice was hoarse after days of solitude, and she didn't care about the situation enough to offer her name.
Arms folded across her thinning body, the girl's dimly lit optics sought out Bastille, only to find him at Moon's shoulder, a feet feet above the rest of the group. Immediately, any sort of want to participate vanished. The two most familiar people here, and...she couldn't even reach them. Despair clogged her throat, and she hung back, straying to the fringes of the group. She could sit beside Thea, but there was something in that girl's aura that unnerved her; something that pushed her away. Idly, she watched Onision and Harland, tracking them for a moment and deeming both of them unworthy of her pathetic want for an anchor. She really only wanted Bastille, but...anything to make the ground stop spinning underneath her bare feet.
So Hazel sunk into her sweater, wrapping the large sleeves around herself to listen to the conversation at hand and force her part in it. "Cats," She mumbled after a moment. "Cats are soft and quiet." There was more reasoning behind her answer, but Hazel gave no indication of wanting to share more. Her voice was hoarse after days of solitude, and she didn't care about the situation enough to offer her name.
© MADI
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WITH EVERY HEARTBEAT I HAVE LEFT
i will defend your every breath; i'll do better