& now my heart is a ghost town | open + task

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★  WHEN MY HEART IS MADE FROM GOLD AND FORGIVENESS SEEMS TOO BOLD

Hazel wasn't far behind Luna, tail lifted gleefully and her aura pulsing with excitement. Not only did she take to Roman and Greek mythology like a hecking magnet, but anything ancient and mysterious caught her curiosity like a fish on a hook: hit or miss. The ruins just so happened to be an instant hit.

"Nice - nice!" She beamed, itching with the anticipation to go go go.

★ — hazel — "speech" — seven months — the ascendants — tags — ★
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