THIS IS GONNA HURT | starrynight's memorial

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

Hazel didn't want to be angry for Starry's memorial; he didn't deserve it. And she wasn't - until she caught sight of Bast, and remembered the previous day. His drunken flirting, the complete disregard, the tropic, warm, fever blue of his eyes; the electric shock of him lacing their fingers together, the utter fear of him turning into Mother and the anger she had taken out on him because of it. Everything she had said to him was way out of line, but...Bastille was so convinced he was going to fail, and Hazel wanted to do everything to be able to prove him wrong, but he was digging himself in a hole. She didn't know what to do with him.

But today was for Starrynight: the bright, joyous, caring Astral Seraph that had founded the Ascendants. Right now was the time for Hazel to remember what she did know about him and appreciate it to the fullest extent. So she settled in a spot to herself near the shore of the Starpool, waiting for the others to arrive.

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

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