pumpkin pie, sugar plum ★ p, margy

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For somebody so young, Hazel possessed wisdom that far surpassed even her own. She was left only staring at her in awe, mouth slightly agape and mind whirling. Bast had hurt her, had left unseen wounds that pained her even now- even as Hazel brushed and braided her hair and reassured her - and took away her sense of strength. Her sense of person. But Bast didn’t know her. He didn’t know of that ancient sadness that ran as deep as a river through her or of the struggles she had faced as she fought who she wanted to be against who she was destined to be. He only knew her as much as anyone else in the Ascendants did... and nobody knew hardly a thing about her. Only Suiteheart knew of her sorrows, of her pains, of the things that made her crave life and happiness and the things that made her want nothing more than to exchange her immortality for death.

Hazel was right.

[color=#b14767]”I... thank you... again,” She whispered, those tears not ceasing in their flow. She had taken to absently tracing figure eights into her thigh, frightening herself as she realized how utterly gray she was. In a way, she was desiccating. She needed to feed lest her hunger sent her spiraling into a semi-permanent slumber. But she’d be alright, at least for now. Maybe after this, she would finally give into her desires and feed, letting Genevieve rise to the surface and wreck havoc on any poor soul who crossed her path. Yes, that would be good. Nice, even, to feel her strength return to her, that ancient power once more coursing through her veins.

She was so transfixed by the thought of blood and murder that she almost missed Hazel’s words. She... she reminded her of what a mother was supposed to be like? Again, the woman was rendered speechless, her tears coming faster now as they trickled down her cheeks. She fought the urge to sob, a sudden wave of emotion (heightened by her hunger) washing over her suddenly. Nobody had ever said that to her. Nobody had ever seen her as just that- a good mother. Not an awful monster, not a vampire. Bast’s words, his terrible, cruel words were forgotten in that moment, that sob finally rising to the surface and escaping pale and chapped lips. Without even a second thought, she was wrapping her arms around Hazel, pulling her into an embrace before her overwhelming emotions could swallow her whole.

It had been so long since she had had any type of physical comfort and she reveled in the warmth of skin against her own. She just wished that she could stop crying though, her tears still fresh and hot as they fell from bloodshot eyes. [color=#b14767]”Hazel...” It was all she could manage before she inhaled a labored breath, calming only slightly. Hugging someone... it was helping. Helping more than she could even begin to describe.