06-19-2018, 02:43 PM
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★ WHEN MY HEART IS MADE FROM GOLD AND FORGIVENESS SEEMS TOO BOLD
Hazel hadn’t much of a chance to reach out and meet each of Margaery’s children yet, which was upsetting. Even more upsetting than being reminded of her dead friend every time she set eyes on the kittens, believe it or not. So when she found Gale and Pele outside the observatory, Hazel felt a little piece of her heart crack. She wished Margy was there so badly; she wished she could see her children grow up and learn about the world in a way that only children could.
”Good morning, girls.” Hazel greeted, voice a little emotional for how early it was. She watched with a sort of curious sadness as Gale studied the hibiscus, wondering. “There’s a whole garden of flowers not far from here, Gale. It’s got all sorts of pretty things like that.” She said, nodding towards the flower. Hazel would know, too; she’d spent a lot of time there in the past few weeks.
”Good morning, girls.” Hazel greeted, voice a little emotional for how early it was. She watched with a sort of curious sadness as Gale studied the hibiscus, wondering. “There’s a whole garden of flowers not far from here, Gale. It’s got all sorts of pretty things like that.” She said, nodding towards the flower. Hazel would know, too; she’d spent a lot of time there in the past few weeks.
★ — 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