05-02-2018, 08:21 PM
★ WHEN MY HEART IS MADE FROM GOLD AND FORGIVENESS SEEMS TOO BOLD
Unbeknownst to Hazel, Margaery’s title as the daughter of Light and Dark would strike a chord deep within her; an undiscovered piece of identity. A golden, immortal piece of identity. A piece of identity so untapped, so dormant, that unlocking it would flip Hazel’s world upside down. It would essentially have the effect of a switch flip: bathing everything that had previously been blanketed in darkness in absolute light. It would be a different side of the same coin. It would be the original version of Hazel, the likes of which had never been seen.
But Hazel didn’t know about Margy’s parental situation. She didn’t know about the secret battle of beginning and end that would one day rage inside of her. But what she did know? Margy was confiding a seemingly deep secret in her, which meant there was a level of trust that Hazel had accessed. And part of her felt guilty that she couldn’t do the same and share her past, but...that was too personal, too capable of rendering her even more vulnerable.
Noticing the fade in volume and glassy look that overcame Margaery’s eyes as she continued talking aout her past, Hazel visibly tried to relax her shoulders, despite Margy’s presence being a smidge too close for her liking. She’d have to grow used to it, anyway. Blowing out the smallest of breaths as subtly as possible, Hazel let her expression fall to one of disbelief and slight surprise, as Margy’s sentence caught her off guard.
“Well…” Hazel said quietly. “I’m not sure what you mean when you say you’re not a good person.” She gave a small smile. “And I’m sure that not everyone here is as good as you make them out to be. There are a couple people that look like they’ve killed someone - or, would like to, at least - so some of us might have a few more demons than you think…?” Her voice lilted up on the last word, phrasing her statement as a question to leave room for argument.
At her next question, Hazel glanced around her room. “I’ve been working on it since I arrived,” She purred proudly. “I just want enough space to be able to add some things that I wasn’t able to have in my own room.”
But Hazel didn’t know about Margy’s parental situation. She didn’t know about the secret battle of beginning and end that would one day rage inside of her. But what she did know? Margy was confiding a seemingly deep secret in her, which meant there was a level of trust that Hazel had accessed. And part of her felt guilty that she couldn’t do the same and share her past, but...that was too personal, too capable of rendering her even more vulnerable.
Noticing the fade in volume and glassy look that overcame Margaery’s eyes as she continued talking aout her past, Hazel visibly tried to relax her shoulders, despite Margy’s presence being a smidge too close for her liking. She’d have to grow used to it, anyway. Blowing out the smallest of breaths as subtly as possible, Hazel let her expression fall to one of disbelief and slight surprise, as Margy’s sentence caught her off guard.
“Well…” Hazel said quietly. “I’m not sure what you mean when you say you’re not a good person.” She gave a small smile. “And I’m sure that not everyone here is as good as you make them out to be. There are a couple people that look like they’ve killed someone - or, would like to, at least - so some of us might have a few more demons than you think…?” Her voice lilted up on the last word, phrasing her statement as a question to leave room for argument.
At her next question, Hazel glanced around her room. “I’ve been working on it since I arrived,” She purred proudly. “I just want enough space to be able to add some things that I wasn’t able to have in my own room.”
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WITH EVERY HEARTBEAT I HAVE LEFT
i will defend your every breath; i'll do better