07-05-2018, 11:42 PM
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★ I NEVER HAD NOBODY TOUCH ME LIKE I’M G L A S S WITH A MOON BIRD KISS
Hazel wasn’t aware of how close to the border she was until she heard the cry for help, nearly startling her out of her skin.
Her mind as of late had been occupied with Genevieve’s words and their ringing truth. It weighed on her like a block of ice, seeping into her skin and freezing her veins with the horrible confirmation of knowing that everyone saw her as she saw herself: cowardly and weak. Not that this came as a surprise; Hazel was simply born an optimist, even in some of her darkest hours.
The girl was too tired to get the fresh air she was looking for, so she had called on Arion to help. The colt had taken her past the star pool and flower field, slowing significantly since last time’s fall. They weren’t far from the border when a young voice reached two pairs of ears, making Hazel jump. Turning that way, they spotted Max up a tree, several feet taller than Arion’s ears.
“Er,” Hazel blinked. “Hi, there. I’m Hazel from the Ascendants, which is our group that lives just over that way.” She gestured vaguely to her left. “Is there any way you can make it from that branch to my horse’s back?”
(Exhausted and didn’t proofread :”))
Her mind as of late had been occupied with Genevieve’s words and their ringing truth. It weighed on her like a block of ice, seeping into her skin and freezing her veins with the horrible confirmation of knowing that everyone saw her as she saw herself: cowardly and weak. Not that this came as a surprise; Hazel was simply born an optimist, even in some of her darkest hours.
The girl was too tired to get the fresh air she was looking for, so she had called on Arion to help. The colt had taken her past the star pool and flower field, slowing significantly since last time’s fall. They weren’t far from the border when a young voice reached two pairs of ears, making Hazel jump. Turning that way, they spotted Max up a tree, several feet taller than Arion’s ears.
“Er,” Hazel blinked. “Hi, there. I’m Hazel from the Ascendants, which is our group that lives just over that way.” She gestured vaguely to her left. “Is there any way you can make it from that branch to my horse’s back?”
(Exhausted and didn’t proofread :”))
★ — 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