I have no idea where this will lead us||Sick, open

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i never had nobody touch me like i'm glass

There was a period of time where Cooper had disappeared for a little while — no one heard from him; no one knew much of his wherabouts or how he was doing. Hazel was admittedly one of those people that caught herself up in needless drama and hardly had the mind space to endlessly worry over others amongst the chaos of her own crisis. But she tried; damn, did she try. Tried shoving everything to the side to summon what rapidly dwindling energy she possessed because people didn’t deserve her problems, because they had more pressing matters. So forget the voice in her head, forget the bond that linked her to Bastille, the crippling self-loathing that pressed upon her bones from dawn until dusk and the nightmares that plagued her in between.

When she finally spotted Cooper, his aura was weak and dim, fluttering like a sputtering light bulb. The sight made her heart seize in her chest, praying that his flame wasn’t snuffed out by the cold shiver of Death she was becoming so accustomed to. The scent of sick hung heavily in the air, though this was...actually sick, not the withdrawal she was used to experiencing through Bastille. She’d never seen Cooper so ill before, and it worried her — what if Rin couldn’t make him better? What if it wasn’t enough? Hazel wasn’t ready to lose another friend.

“Rin, if you need any more help, I’m happy to offer my services,” Hazel volunteered, though she was speaking to Suite and Player as well. Golden optics slid over Cooper again, a concerned sort of noise dying in her throat. “Rest up, Cooper. Don’t push yourself too hard, alright? We need you around here.” She urged, making sure not to get in anyone’s way.

HAZEL ELISE CAELUM — THE ASCENDANTS — KUIPER CORPORAL — TAGS

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