06-12-2018, 11:33 AM
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★ WHEN MY HEART IS MADE FROM GOLD AND FORGIVENESS SEEMS TOO BOLD
Hazel noticed it a fraction of a second before it happened: the jump in his pulse, like he'd been struck with defibrillators. But she still jumped, still yelped, when he lurched forwards, because deus in caelo, who did that? Her aura popped, confused, as she shuffled backwards, surprised - suddenly she froze again, in the midst of hastily wiping the tear tracks off her cheeks. He was just...staring, straight at her, his eyes unfocused and squinting slightly like he was looking at something too bright. Hazel was caught, transfixed by this, and didn't move a muscle.
She was steeling herself to open her mouth, to say something, anything, despite the turmoil of emotions rolling around in her head. But then he looked away, and Margy was dragging him into an embrace, and Hazel very suddenly felt like she did not belong here.
"You're...supposed to be dead." Hazel whispered, taking a step back. This seemed wrong, seemed so unnatural and surreal she didn't know what to do. "We - you didn't have a pulse, your heart wasn't beating, you were - " She abruptly cut herself off, on the verge of tears again. There was some sort of anger, some sort of distressed, I can't believe you really just pulled that anger bubbling in her chest, and fuck, not here, not now.
"If you ever do that again," Hazel said, dead serious. "I'll kill you." Then she promptly turned and left, ignoring Arion as the colt came trotting over, shoving his muzzle at Bastille in a friendly greeting.
She was steeling herself to open her mouth, to say something, anything, despite the turmoil of emotions rolling around in her head. But then he looked away, and Margy was dragging him into an embrace, and Hazel very suddenly felt like she did not belong here.
"You're...supposed to be dead." Hazel whispered, taking a step back. This seemed wrong, seemed so unnatural and surreal she didn't know what to do. "We - you didn't have a pulse, your heart wasn't beating, you were - " She abruptly cut herself off, on the verge of tears again. There was some sort of anger, some sort of distressed, I can't believe you really just pulled that anger bubbling in her chest, and fuck, not here, not now.
"If you ever do that again," Hazel said, dead serious. "I'll kill you." Then she promptly turned and left, ignoring Arion as the colt came trotting over, shoving his muzzle at Bastille in a friendly greeting.
★ — hazel — "speech" — eight months — the ascendants — tags — ★
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WITH EVERY HEARTBEAT I HAVE LEFT
i will defend your every breath; i'll do better