05-06-2018, 05:25 PM
★ WHEN MY HEART IS MADE FROM GOLD AND FORGIVENESS SEEMS TOO BOLD
To Hazel, the largest animal she had ever seen was a horse. Most of her old clan had been made of canines and felines, with anything else serving as nothing but a threat. Now that she was here, she had seen a tigress, a doe, and a polar bear. The surprises kept on coming.
Ears tilting forwards at the ease in emotion, Hazel inched closer, stopping a foot or so away to curl her tail around her paws. Her optics fixated on the locket, their bright gold searching the dainty silver. There was indeed something wrong with it - half the locket hung by the hinge, bent at an awkward angle like a broken joint.
Hazel’s fear seeped into curiosity as she was handed the piece of jewelry, leaning back on her haunches to reach for it with small paws. Turning it over, she gingerly ran her paw pads over it, skin prickling at the cool touch. It had seemed so microscopic in Suite’s massive paws, but to Hazel, the trinket was easily half the size of her head.
She started to wonder how such a small thing could be so significant before pausing, the tip of her tail brushing over the bandana secured around her foreleg. Never mind; she knew the answer to that. Hazel’s comfort blanket wasn’t the same as Suite’s, so she couldn’t quite understand the sentiment of it. Suite’s was a constant reminder of good, happy things. Every time she looked at it, she would remember the her love for her family. She would remember the glow that throbbed in her heart and ached in her paws; she would remember the fondness of hearing Margy laugh or seeing their children play. Hazel’s was...Hazel’s was a barrier. A barrier that kept her secret safe, despite the other scars that littered the inside of her back legs and the her hindquarters. As long as that bandana stayed safely tied around her leg, Hazel would be perfectly fine.
“It’s beautiful.” She purred, shaking her head to focus on Suite’s words. She peered at the picture of Suite and Margaery, a sudden smile dancing on her lips. They looked so young, so happy. So trouble-free and careless with love. Hazel’s heart bruised at the sight of it; if she had parents that were that in love, would she still be the way she was?
“Miss Margy hung a picture of you and her in her room the other day,” Hazel said absently. “You look so happy here. What was your first date like?” The question slipped out before Hazel could catch herself, and she stilled, knowing that was an invasive inquiry she had no right to make. How rude of her - the subject was clearly a bittersweet reverie for Suite, and Hazel was treading on thin ice. She swallowed. “You don’t have to, uh...answer that. That was rude of me.” She mumbled, keeping her gaze trained on the locket.
At the mention of her children, Hazel glanced up, her line of sight finding Suite’s. “Eli, Lissa, and...Lil?” She asked slowly. It took her a moment to remember their names, despite her similar conversation with Margaery taking place only a few days ago. “Miss Margy said that they were lost, too. I -” Deus, did she even have a right to be talking about this? “ - I think it’s wonderful that you want to find them. All lost things want to be found.” Because if they didn’t want to be found, then were they really lost?
After a beat of silence filled the air between them, Hazel held up the locket again. She liked Suiteheart and Margaery very much - they were both kind and caring, and in their own way, troubled and a little lost. Complex characters, indeed. Hazel wanted very badly to help make them happy again. “I can try to help you fix it, if you like.” She offered.
Ears tilting forwards at the ease in emotion, Hazel inched closer, stopping a foot or so away to curl her tail around her paws. Her optics fixated on the locket, their bright gold searching the dainty silver. There was indeed something wrong with it - half the locket hung by the hinge, bent at an awkward angle like a broken joint.
Hazel’s fear seeped into curiosity as she was handed the piece of jewelry, leaning back on her haunches to reach for it with small paws. Turning it over, she gingerly ran her paw pads over it, skin prickling at the cool touch. It had seemed so microscopic in Suite’s massive paws, but to Hazel, the trinket was easily half the size of her head.
She started to wonder how such a small thing could be so significant before pausing, the tip of her tail brushing over the bandana secured around her foreleg. Never mind; she knew the answer to that. Hazel’s comfort blanket wasn’t the same as Suite’s, so she couldn’t quite understand the sentiment of it. Suite’s was a constant reminder of good, happy things. Every time she looked at it, she would remember the her love for her family. She would remember the glow that throbbed in her heart and ached in her paws; she would remember the fondness of hearing Margy laugh or seeing their children play. Hazel’s was...Hazel’s was a barrier. A barrier that kept her secret safe, despite the other scars that littered the inside of her back legs and the her hindquarters. As long as that bandana stayed safely tied around her leg, Hazel would be perfectly fine.
“It’s beautiful.” She purred, shaking her head to focus on Suite’s words. She peered at the picture of Suite and Margaery, a sudden smile dancing on her lips. They looked so young, so happy. So trouble-free and careless with love. Hazel’s heart bruised at the sight of it; if she had parents that were that in love, would she still be the way she was?
“Miss Margy hung a picture of you and her in her room the other day,” Hazel said absently. “You look so happy here. What was your first date like?” The question slipped out before Hazel could catch herself, and she stilled, knowing that was an invasive inquiry she had no right to make. How rude of her - the subject was clearly a bittersweet reverie for Suite, and Hazel was treading on thin ice. She swallowed. “You don’t have to, uh...answer that. That was rude of me.” She mumbled, keeping her gaze trained on the locket.
At the mention of her children, Hazel glanced up, her line of sight finding Suite’s. “Eli, Lissa, and...Lil?” She asked slowly. It took her a moment to remember their names, despite her similar conversation with Margaery taking place only a few days ago. “Miss Margy said that they were lost, too. I -” Deus, did she even have a right to be talking about this? “ - I think it’s wonderful that you want to find them. All lost things want to be found.” Because if they didn’t want to be found, then were they really lost?
After a beat of silence filled the air between them, Hazel held up the locket again. She liked Suiteheart and Margaery very much - they were both kind and caring, and in their own way, troubled and a little lost. Complex characters, indeed. Hazel wanted very badly to help make them happy again. “I can try to help you fix it, if you like.” She offered.
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WITH EVERY HEARTBEAT I HAVE LEFT
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