Choices need to be made
Hazel, spider
Bard
12-20-2023, 08:16 PM
The look on Basilisk's face was worth a thousand words. Hazel barely held back the slow-suffering sigh that threatened to bubble up. Physically intact but-- oh. Her composure breaks. Snaps. Shatters into a thousand pieces, and at the very thought they go with him? He couldn't be serious. After everything they'd been through, after everything they'd done to secure the success of the Armada. After she'd finally, finally put herself within striking distance of every plan they'd ever made, every goal she'd ever had? After all of that he wanted to go off and follow his father? His father who, from where Hazel stood, had caused nothing other than grief. "You can't be fucking serious," the words are quiet, they're tense. Hazel's gaze lands squarely on Bas's. There's hurt here. She knows how he feels about Azure. If someone doesn't pull off the rose colored glasses now, Hazel doesn't know if anyone will ever have the heart to. There's hurt in her voice when she speaks, and despite trying to chase the quiver from her tone, she's not all-together successful. "You want to walk out on everything we've worked our whole lives for-- for him?" Her voice cracks over the words. Emotion rising in her system, raw, metallic. "For your father, who didn't lose a night's sleep when Makara went missing? And then Morgawr? Your father who took Calypso away one day and then we never saw her again?" Hazel doesn't mean to weaponize the names of Bas's sisters, but Hazel can still see them. She can see Makara by her side, chasing away trespassers in the Plains. She can hear Calypso's voice in the tall grass, she can hear Morgawr growling at her while they train. "Your father, who made you feel like shit for eating more than the rest, even though of course you need to, fuck, you're three times some of their height." Hazel's volume quiets now, the hurt in her tone ringing clear. The fact that he'd even considered it? It's enough to make her want to throw up, it's enough to hurt her feelings. On top of that, Seer needed to know that Az was back, and that he wasn't planning to return. "You've been trained from the time we were kids to take the Armada over some day. Sirius is an old man now, the flood could have just as easily taken him too." She's saying the quiet part out loud, but she doesn't care. Sirius had raised and trained them both closely, hell, he's the closest thing she's ever had to a good dad. Hazel is a part of his legacy as much as any blood. To leave him, especially now? Even the idea feels like a betrayal. The old man wouldn't be at their helm forever, and with his chosen heir unwilling to return... well, here they were. Hazel falls silent now, though her gaze is still emotional. She's still emotional. Her sides ache. |
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