#hazel 001

[cordeliakwan]

[ @hazelbeaufort​ ]

Even the temporary tent Cordelia found herself felt like a luxury on the South Beach, and it was something she’d have to get used to. Everything on the beach was something she had to get used to - but she wanted to, she wanted to get used to not being afraid to go to sleep. She wasn’t quite sure how her sleepwalking worked here, but it felt like less of a problem when the danger wasn’t so close, so imminent.

That being said, it was still a thing. The first few nights it eluded her, or at least she didn’t realize she was doing it if that was the case (if nobody saw, she often just went right back to her place of sleep after a while). This night it happened again, though, not that Cordelia was aware of it while it was happening.

Her eyes were open and she was walking along the beach, but she was still in her deep sleep state when she walked up to an unknown hut. She pushed the door open without much problem and walked in as if it was her own.

[starlit-lilies]

open starter

Time: Twilight Location: South Beach Status: open!

Lily was still drying off from her nightly swim, wringing her hair out into the sand beside her. The sun had not quite set yet -- they probably had another half-hour or so before the night really set in. But she knew her presence here was not a common occurrence, or it least it hadn’t been, when the jungle was still relatively safe and the Western Cove hadn’t collapsed. Now though, people were more likely to see her around.

She was weaving in a few shells into her braid when she heard the footsteps and looked over her shoulder, smiling at who she saw.

“Hey, you! Long time no see. What brings you here... to this beach... that we all live on?”

[unspeakableisms-blog]

@thedamsel-rp a closed starter. Beltane, Stonehedge, May 1st, afternoon.

To Rodolphus, Beltane felt the same every year. He had attended the celebration every year for as long as he could remember and while technically every year was different with another family providing the feast and another family outshining the others, every year it was the same bonfires and the same gossip and intrigue. It was another year, another Beltane, and another opportunity for Rodolphus to remind the other families of the Lestrange’s wealth and status. Yes, it was old hat. Not everything was the same, though, and Rodolphus was reminded of that as he made his way over the terrain. It looked like he was wandering aimlessly, but anyone that knew him must have picked up on the fact that Rodolphus did nothing without any meaning or reason. His suit jacket was discarded over his left arm, sleeves of his format cut shirt rolled up until the elbows - to him, prestige was a matter of blood and family, not of clothes and hairstyles, even if he of course made a point out of wearing heirlooms and an expensive suits made specifically for him. Just because he didn’t believe in showing off prestige didn’t mean he had the luxury to refuse to do it when everyone else was. Checking the time on his watch, he concluded that Bella’s luncheon must have ended by now. Exactly as he expected. Therefore it was no surprise to him that he caught Hazel Fawley heading back to her tent. Knowing that she must have seen him from the corner of her eye, he approached her slowly and joined her as she walked. “Hazel,” he greeted, words soft and only for her to hear. It felt very reminiscent of every time he approached her during a soiree or ball or what not when he had slowly been pursuing her. That had been an interesting time. “Are you having a good time so far?” he queried, the only indicating that there was anything ironic about that statement seen in a slight quirk upwards of the corner of one of his lips. “I would ask how the luncheon was, but I don’t ask what I don’t want to know.” If only everyone lived by that rule. This society would have been a lot easier to be a part of. “Unless you absolutely feel like discussing it, of course.”

[sonofmagic]

—closed starter for  @geokinesisms

           reclining as far back as he could without falling off of the stands, alabaster opened two bottled waters and slid one towards hazel, who was sitting next to him and watching two demigods spar in the underground training arena. they had been working on the labyrinth together all morning, and hazel, with her ability to navigate the tunnels and her talents with magic that surpassed even some of hecate or trivia's kids, was someone alabaster could work well with. "for you, levesque," he said to grab her attention, a smile on his lips. "nice work today."

[hvrtbroken]

vince  can  always  tell  when  hazel  is  here  .  it's  a  terrible  sense  that  he  has  and  one  he  tries  not  to  exercise  .  but  it's  like  an  old  reflex  at  this  point  .  there  are  some  names  and  people  and  things  you  cannot  un-know  .  once  they  are  there  ,  they  stay  with  you  forever  .  HAZEL  IS  ONE  OF  THEM  .  his  eyes  find  her  through  the  throngs  of  people  .  she  sticks  out  like  a  sore  thumb  at  these  events  because  she  always  does  .  he  used  to  love  bringing  her  to  these  parties  ,  like  his  favourite  accessory  .  she'd  be  wide-eyed  at  the  roughness  of  them  ,  the  messy  kitchens  ,  the  spilt  drinks  in  red  solo  cups  .  the  way  men  tore  off  their  shirts  and  wrestled  ,  or  girls  did  shitty  ketamine  off  the  countertop  .  IT  WAS  SO  DIFFERENT  FROM  HER  OWN  WORLD  AND  THEY  BOTH  KNEW  IT  . 

 now  —  he  doesn't  know  what  she's  doing  here  .  vince  moves  his  beer  bottle  up  to  his  lips  and  takes  a  large  swig  .  he  winces  as  he  swallows  ,  still  feeling  the  bruising  from  his  fight  around  his  ribs  .  the  alcohol  numbs  him  but  not  enough  .  not  enough  to  deal  with  her  either  ,  yet  he  moves  to  his  feet  and  pushes  through  the  people  . 

   “   you  weren't  invited  .   ”   he  states  ,  as  soon  as  he  reaches  hazel  .  she's  all  shiny  and  beautiful  .  smooth  skin  ,  flecked  in  gold  ,  hair  looking  like  it  should  cost  him  money  just  to  look  at  .  one  side  of  vince's  mouth  moves  up  in  a  smirk  because  he  can  remember  the  amount  of  times  he's  held  her  hair  back  as  she's  sunk  on  her  knees  for  him.  .  he  can  recall  exactly  how  her  manicured  nails  would  grip  and  tear  at  his  skin  when  he'd  push  her  against  a  bathroom  sink  .  NOW  ,  he  clears  his  throat  ,  both  eyebrows  raised  in  amusement  .   “   the  bored  rich  girl  thing  is  getting  old  ,  hazel  .  ”