06-08-2018, 12:06 PM
[align=center]
[table][tr][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td][/tr][/table]
[sup]c) miithers[/sup]
★ WHEN MY HEART IS MADE FROM GOLD AND FORGIVENESS SEEMS TOO BOLD
Hazel loved mythology - her particular fascination with the ancient Greek and Roman legends stemming from some unknown source deep within her memories. Everything about the gods, the culture, and the influence of them over the ancients' daily lives was captivating and magical and timeless. So it was a shame that Bastille held most of her favorite classics; their reading sessions had abruptly stopped with the feud going on. And she missed them. Desperately, she missed them - but she missed them with the Bastille who cared, who's voice dragged over the words and spoke in different voices for different characters and pointed out unfamiliar words for her.
"Dragons are awesome," Hazel supplied, voice tinged with excitement. She cast a glance at Bastille on her way over, feeling the left over bitterness from her snapping at him earlier, but allowing the involuntary action to slide anyway, regardless of prior events. "Dragons are in all sorts of different myths - but I think you'll find them most common in Norse mythology." She added, dragging her attention back to Slyva.
"Dragons are awesome," Hazel supplied, voice tinged with excitement. She cast a glance at Bastille on her way over, feeling the left over bitterness from her snapping at him earlier, but allowing the involuntary action to slide anyway, regardless of prior events. "Dragons are in all sorts of different myths - but I think you'll find them most common in Norse mythology." She added, dragging her attention back to Slyva.
★ — hazel — "speech" — seven months — the ascendants — tags — ★
[align=center]
WITH EVERY HEARTBEAT I HAVE LEFT
i will defend your every breath; i'll do better