06-16-2018, 02:47 PM
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★ WHEN MY HEART IS MADE FROM GOLD AND FORGIVENESS SEEMS TOO BOLD
Hazel beamed at his acceptance, and walked back the way she came. “Margy spent a lot of time creating her garden, so we’re all - er, most of us - are pretty careful with it.” Hazel said, remembering Bastille’s fiery fluke a couple days after she first joined. She glanced up at Dale before hopping up the staircase, two steps at a time. “I spend a lot of time there, myself. It’s a quiet place to get away without actually getting away.”
Once outside, the girl lead them toward the infamous garden, breathing in the deep, calming scent of roses and other flowers. She wasn’t lying when she said she came here often; it was a peaceful spot that provided many isolated spots Hazel could collect herself in when she was overwhelmed by something. She turned to Dale again, tilting her head. “Margy only grows a couple flowers, but we have a wild patch of all different sorts of flora by the border. Just behind the Starpool, actually.”
Once outside, the girl lead them toward the infamous garden, breathing in the deep, calming scent of roses and other flowers. She wasn’t lying when she said she came here often; it was a peaceful spot that provided many isolated spots Hazel could collect herself in when she was overwhelmed by something. She turned to Dale again, tilting her head. “Margy only grows a couple flowers, but we have a wild patch of all different sorts of flora by the border. Just behind the Starpool, actually.”
★ — 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