09-05-2018, 10:43 PM
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as love filled night gives way to day
"She loved photography."
Hazel's voice floated from the doorway on which she leaned, all her weight pressed against the framework. The pulse of electricity that made the lights flicker had the girl on the move, too accepting of the distraction. Her paws shook as she followed the spiral of constellations down the hall, meager from fatigue and lack of sleep. Her mind argued at the thought of entering Suiteheart and Margy's room, putting that on the list of things she wouldn't be able to do for a long, long time.
Still, she rested against the door frame, avoiding as much eye contact as possible. She wanted nothing to do with the mementos in this room; with the ukulele resting in the corner, with the gemstones and geodes scattered in various bowls, or the photographs lying around the perimeter. Hazel wanted...no part of...it. Or, at least, she wasn't ready for it.
With a dull golden gaze cast heavily in Moon's direction, she dropped her fleeting attention to the unfamiliar dwarf star and felt the need to elaborate on her words. However, she made no move or sound to do so, for the fear that she might cry.
Hazel's voice floated from the doorway on which she leaned, all her weight pressed against the framework. The pulse of electricity that made the lights flicker had the girl on the move, too accepting of the distraction. Her paws shook as she followed the spiral of constellations down the hall, meager from fatigue and lack of sleep. Her mind argued at the thought of entering Suiteheart and Margy's room, putting that on the list of things she wouldn't be able to do for a long, long time.
Still, she rested against the door frame, avoiding as much eye contact as possible. She wanted nothing to do with the mementos in this room; with the ukulele resting in the corner, with the gemstones and geodes scattered in various bowls, or the photographs lying around the perimeter. Hazel wanted...no part of...it. Or, at least, she wasn't ready for it.
With a dull golden gaze cast heavily in Moon's direction, she dropped her fleeting attention to the unfamiliar dwarf star and felt the need to elaborate on her words. However, she made no move or sound to do so, for the fear that she might cry.
© MADI
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WITH EVERY HEARTBEAT I HAVE LEFT
i will defend your every breath; i'll do better