09-19-2018, 04:05 PM
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HAZEL ELISE CAELUM ★ THE ASCENDANTS ★ COCOA FELINE ★ GOLD EYES ★ IMMORTAL ★ 3 SOULS ★ 11 MONTHS
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Hazel couldn't possibly have predicted the next few moments, as caught up in her misery as she was. Her fingers soaked red in his blood, hardly able to do much more than sit there and feel the warmth fade from his body. Was it creepy? Maybe. Morbid? Definitely. Not that she cared - the existence of the people behind her weren't even there in her mind. It was just that last drop of what she'd worked so hard to find, what she'd worked so hard to save and keep. All of it was spilling out in front of her, fading like she was cursed.
The tears wouldn't stop, and neither would the mumbled words of distress as she shook, wanting so badly to see those pale eyes open. She murmured apologies and promises, swearing that she'd keep them if he'd only open his eyes - she'd try harder, do better, be everything she wasn't already if he'd just open his eyes. Gems of all colors were bubbling to the surface: sapphire, lapis lazuli, ruby, malachite - her emotions were turbulent, never ending with the singular thought of I can't lose you too; I can't lose you too.
It hardly registered when a burning sensation ignited under her fingers. Hazel gasped as his skin went from freezing to searing in a matter of seconds, as the grotesque wound on his chest stitched itself back together. Astonishment had her wrenching her hand away, afraid and stupidly hopeful for what she was witnessing. Falling back onto her heels, Hazel felt her body break out in goosebumps as the bond between them reignited, a scorching fire racing along the line for a heartbeat.
Then those blue, blue eyes.
His voice was scratchy, harsh - it scraped his throat and sounded like he'd just woken up, like it was any other morning despite the hole in his chest that had disappeared moments ago. Hazel blinked, throat dry, at a loss for words. That nickname, she hadn't heard it in so long, and the next thing - out of his mouth -
Anger bubbled in her veins. She recalled that day, long ago, when he'd showed up near death in a similar fashion. She'd made him a promise then, that if he ever did something like that again, she'd kill him. And here he was, with the audacity to bring it up again - when he just died - when she still couldn't hear his heartbeat - Hazel grit her teeth and promptly raised a hand to smack him across the face.
"That -" She sputtered, brain windmilling wildly. "that is so not funny!" Her voice was hoarse, weak and shaking, still reeling. "I can't believe you - do you know how awful -" She was still crying, hesitating, no regret present in her expression for slapping the Astral Seraph because deus, what the fuck. She turned, ready to stomp back to the observatory and wallow in her shame, but she paused, staring at him, wanting to make sure he was really there before she pulled away.
[/td][/tr][/table]The tears wouldn't stop, and neither would the mumbled words of distress as she shook, wanting so badly to see those pale eyes open. She murmured apologies and promises, swearing that she'd keep them if he'd only open his eyes - she'd try harder, do better, be everything she wasn't already if he'd just open his eyes. Gems of all colors were bubbling to the surface: sapphire, lapis lazuli, ruby, malachite - her emotions were turbulent, never ending with the singular thought of I can't lose you too; I can't lose you too.
It hardly registered when a burning sensation ignited under her fingers. Hazel gasped as his skin went from freezing to searing in a matter of seconds, as the grotesque wound on his chest stitched itself back together. Astonishment had her wrenching her hand away, afraid and stupidly hopeful for what she was witnessing. Falling back onto her heels, Hazel felt her body break out in goosebumps as the bond between them reignited, a scorching fire racing along the line for a heartbeat.
Then those blue, blue eyes.
His voice was scratchy, harsh - it scraped his throat and sounded like he'd just woken up, like it was any other morning despite the hole in his chest that had disappeared moments ago. Hazel blinked, throat dry, at a loss for words. That nickname, she hadn't heard it in so long, and the next thing - out of his mouth -
Anger bubbled in her veins. She recalled that day, long ago, when he'd showed up near death in a similar fashion. She'd made him a promise then, that if he ever did something like that again, she'd kill him. And here he was, with the audacity to bring it up again - when he just died - when she still couldn't hear his heartbeat - Hazel grit her teeth and promptly raised a hand to smack him across the face.
"That -" She sputtered, brain windmilling wildly. "that is so not funny!" Her voice was hoarse, weak and shaking, still reeling. "I can't believe you - do you know how awful -" She was still crying, hesitating, no regret present in her expression for slapping the Astral Seraph because deus, what the fuck. She turned, ready to stomp back to the observatory and wallow in her shame, but she paused, staring at him, wanting to make sure he was really there before she pulled away.
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