06-18-2018, 10:28 PM
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★ WHEN MY HEART IS MADE FROM GOLD AND FORGIVENESS SEEMS TOO BOLD
So...this probably wasn’t the greatest idea for Hazel to attend, considering all that she had been through. But the girl was currently a little dazed by all that had happened recently: exposed secrets and too much contact for her to physically know what to do with. Her head was foggy, unclear, her body on autopilot as she moved towards Luna and Roy.
She heard “stories” and had turned in their direction, regardless of what type. Stories only had beneficial links in her mind: they took her to different worlds and spun tapestries of gold in her mind. In her haze, she remembered Bastille reading her stories. Homer, Ovid...The Odyssey, The Iliad. She missed hearing those.
Wordlessly, the girl tucked her paws underneath her and took and settled in.
(Mobile)
She heard “stories” and had turned in their direction, regardless of what type. Stories only had beneficial links in her mind: they took her to different worlds and spun tapestries of gold in her mind. In her haze, she remembered Bastille reading her stories. Homer, Ovid...The Odyssey, The Iliad. She missed hearing those.
Wordlessly, the girl tucked her paws underneath her and took and settled in.
(Mobile)
★ — 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