09-14-2018, 11:36 AM
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as love filled night gives way to day
As Alex thought, the Ascendants truly did seem to have a magnetic pull on outcasts and desolate wanderers. It wasn't the first time Hazel noticed - so many of their members had hidden pasts and memories. She liked to think that it was the way the clan was situated that drew people here: cornered against the ocean, they were the edge. Eventually, all outcasts made it to the edge of the world. Whether they were driven, running, or chasing something, they always ended up here.
Hazel enjoyed the poetic idea of living on the edge of the world. She thought of it in Norse mythology terms on occasion: just the flat disc of earth, where waterfalls poured gallons into empty space and everything important was centered around Yggdrasil. Anything on the curb was insignificant. Something about it seemed so isolated, so perfect for forgetting about the problems of the rest of life's issues. Here, her past couldn't touch her. Here, everyone outside their borders forgot about her existence, and she liked it that way.
Wandering up to the border, the girl swept a quick gaze over the stranger. He looked tired and miserable - two symptoms Hazel felt in her soul on a near daily basis. She couldn't say she felt a particularly deep sense of empathy towards him and his issues - her mind was still preoccupied with other things - but old habits of concern were hard to break. (Not to mention that if she turned around and simply didn't care, Bastille would track her down and follow her like the wind might steal her.)
However, she had nothing to offer in terms of words, as everyone else here had already asked all the necessary questions. So the cocoa feline sat, tail curled over her paws with the tip idly flicking her bandana.
Hazel enjoyed the poetic idea of living on the edge of the world. She thought of it in Norse mythology terms on occasion: just the flat disc of earth, where waterfalls poured gallons into empty space and everything important was centered around Yggdrasil. Anything on the curb was insignificant. Something about it seemed so isolated, so perfect for forgetting about the problems of the rest of life's issues. Here, her past couldn't touch her. Here, everyone outside their borders forgot about her existence, and she liked it that way.
Wandering up to the border, the girl swept a quick gaze over the stranger. He looked tired and miserable - two symptoms Hazel felt in her soul on a near daily basis. She couldn't say she felt a particularly deep sense of empathy towards him and his issues - her mind was still preoccupied with other things - but old habits of concern were hard to break. (Not to mention that if she turned around and simply didn't care, Bastille would track her down and follow her like the wind might steal her.)
However, she had nothing to offer in terms of words, as everyone else here had already asked all the necessary questions. So the cocoa feline sat, tail curled over her paws with the tip idly flicking her bandana.
© MADI
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WITH EVERY HEARTBEAT I HAVE LEFT
i will defend your every breath; i'll do better