05-05-2018, 12:55 PM
★ WHEN MY HEART IS MADE FROM GOLD AND FORGIVENESS SEEMS TOO BOLD
Hazel couldn’t decide if Suite’s new form was objectively terrifying, or if she looked like a massive fuzzy pillow.
Having been absent during the actual transformation, Hazel was unaware that Margaery was horrified of Suite’s new form. In fact, Hazel had no idea that Margaery and Suite were married. This obliviousness happened to be one of those fateful crosses between her age and higher maturity level, even though one would think that the girl with the hesitant nature would be more observant.
Nevertheless, Hazel had learned that the polar bear was, in fact, Suiteheart, and luckily before she could interject with a “Who are you?” Hazel happened to really like Suite, regardless of her size and sailor tongue. She put out a younger, more at ease motherly vibe than Margy did, though neither was worse than the other. Hazel enjoyed them both, and despite her broken relationship with her mother, found herself gravitating towards both females, almost unconsciously in search of a replacement.
Unsurprisingly, she managed to spot Suite in the distance, sitting hunched over with something dangling between her long claws. Hazel had decided that it was said claws that frightened her, seeing as one could easily spear and toss her like a fruit. It made her want to call Arion and keep him close, even though the colt seemed to get skittish around Suite as well.
Frustration radiated from Suiteheart as Hazel neared, and almost immediately, she faltered, her heart slamming against her ribcage as the heated scent permeated her senses. She didn’t want to go any closer, knowing that the bear could lash out at any moment. This, compiled with the general trauma that plagued Hazel’s earlier childhood, was enough to have the girl freezing. She could see Mother’s anger, written clearly across her expression as she drunkenly tried to tamper with something, only to have it slip and break even further against the ground. Her fury would mount, and suddenly Hazel would be the closest thing in perimeter. Bared teeth and hoarse voices and piercing claws filled her mind, her ears.
Desperately, Hazel shook her head, trying to ignore her trembling paws. Suiteheart was not Mother. She was kind, and Hazel had put trust in her, despite her form. It wasn’t her fault, Hazel reminded herself. It was just Hazel’s childhood, and Suite didn’t deserve that to be forced on her.
Forcing herself forwards, Hazel took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. “Hi, Miss Suite,” She greeted, the formality slipping out in her nervous state. “What - What’re you fiddling with?
Having been absent during the actual transformation, Hazel was unaware that Margaery was horrified of Suite’s new form. In fact, Hazel had no idea that Margaery and Suite were married. This obliviousness happened to be one of those fateful crosses between her age and higher maturity level, even though one would think that the girl with the hesitant nature would be more observant.
Nevertheless, Hazel had learned that the polar bear was, in fact, Suiteheart, and luckily before she could interject with a “Who are you?” Hazel happened to really like Suite, regardless of her size and sailor tongue. She put out a younger, more at ease motherly vibe than Margy did, though neither was worse than the other. Hazel enjoyed them both, and despite her broken relationship with her mother, found herself gravitating towards both females, almost unconsciously in search of a replacement.
Unsurprisingly, she managed to spot Suite in the distance, sitting hunched over with something dangling between her long claws. Hazel had decided that it was said claws that frightened her, seeing as one could easily spear and toss her like a fruit. It made her want to call Arion and keep him close, even though the colt seemed to get skittish around Suite as well.
Frustration radiated from Suiteheart as Hazel neared, and almost immediately, she faltered, her heart slamming against her ribcage as the heated scent permeated her senses. She didn’t want to go any closer, knowing that the bear could lash out at any moment. This, compiled with the general trauma that plagued Hazel’s earlier childhood, was enough to have the girl freezing. She could see Mother’s anger, written clearly across her expression as she drunkenly tried to tamper with something, only to have it slip and break even further against the ground. Her fury would mount, and suddenly Hazel would be the closest thing in perimeter. Bared teeth and hoarse voices and piercing claws filled her mind, her ears.
Desperately, Hazel shook her head, trying to ignore her trembling paws. Suiteheart was not Mother. She was kind, and Hazel had put trust in her, despite her form. It wasn’t her fault, Hazel reminded herself. It was just Hazel’s childhood, and Suite didn’t deserve that to be forced on her.
Forcing herself forwards, Hazel took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. “Hi, Miss Suite,” She greeted, the formality slipping out in her nervous state. “What - What’re you fiddling with?
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WITH EVERY HEARTBEAT I HAVE LEFT
i will defend your every breath; i'll do better