05-06-2018, 11:11 AM
★ WHEN MY HEART IS MADE FROM GOLD AND FORGIVENESS SEEMS TOO BOLD
Hazel could just about reach out and touch Bastille’s social awkwardness. In fact, she could almost see where it collided with hers: icy blue and molten gold fizzing in the space between them, confused and unsure of where to go next.
It was clear that he wasn’t leaping at the chance to show her around the territory, which led Hazel to believe that he either really, really hated social contact, or he just flat out never gave tours. Maybe it was both…? Nevertheless, Hazel wouldn’t mind if he didn’t want to. She could always go explore it on her own. At least that way, nobody would be around to see her trip over her own two feet and fall flat on her face.
“Ruins?” Hazel echoed, her tongue rolling over the word carefully. It wasn’t so much a gesture of discovering an unfamiliar word, but instead a show of her brain sifting through the possibilities of what the ruins might be of. A modern city, or an ancient one? Hazel hoped it was ancient.
She’d always had a flair for the mythic - especially Roman mythology. It tugged at a different part of her soul; lit up a hidden, secret part of her mind that was undiscovered and unexplored. Hazel could talk for hours about Roman mythology if someone actually let her. Mother always found her quirk unhealthy and borderline obsessive, but it wasn’t Hazel’s fault for being born with an odd amount of knowledge of the gods.
At the offer, Hazel’s expression lit up once more - and wow, her cheeks were going to start hurting if she kept smiling as often as she was. “Really?” She asked. “Yes, please! Only if you’re okay with doing it, of course.” Hazel practically glowed, her eyes sparking just a bit brighter and her aura pulsing a intense, fascinated hue.
It was clear that he wasn’t leaping at the chance to show her around the territory, which led Hazel to believe that he either really, really hated social contact, or he just flat out never gave tours. Maybe it was both…? Nevertheless, Hazel wouldn’t mind if he didn’t want to. She could always go explore it on her own. At least that way, nobody would be around to see her trip over her own two feet and fall flat on her face.
“Ruins?” Hazel echoed, her tongue rolling over the word carefully. It wasn’t so much a gesture of discovering an unfamiliar word, but instead a show of her brain sifting through the possibilities of what the ruins might be of. A modern city, or an ancient one? Hazel hoped it was ancient.
She’d always had a flair for the mythic - especially Roman mythology. It tugged at a different part of her soul; lit up a hidden, secret part of her mind that was undiscovered and unexplored. Hazel could talk for hours about Roman mythology if someone actually let her. Mother always found her quirk unhealthy and borderline obsessive, but it wasn’t Hazel’s fault for being born with an odd amount of knowledge of the gods.
At the offer, Hazel’s expression lit up once more - and wow, her cheeks were going to start hurting if she kept smiling as often as she was. “Really?” She asked. “Yes, please! Only if you’re okay with doing it, of course.” Hazel practically glowed, her eyes sparking just a bit brighter and her aura pulsing a intense, fascinated hue.
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WITH EVERY HEARTBEAT I HAVE LEFT
i will defend your every breath; i'll do better