#hazel augustine

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hazel augustine doodle

had fun experimenting with colors here :33

[ultimate-assistant]

[ (( Before PJ:EG, not exactly P:EG-AQ related ]

[ Rory stands around, shifting his feet while waiting for the train to arrive, luggage in hand. Now, Lawrence wouldn’t call himself an impatient man, really, not at all, he swears! Though… throughout his many, many, many years of using public transportation… Did trains really take this long to arrive to a station? He could’ve sworn they didn’t… Well, whatever, really, all it means is more time to kill. ]

[ The stagehand looked around, humming a little made-up tune to himself as he did. Normal, boring looking train station stuff, nothing too out of place or interesting… sigh, sigh, sighhhhh... He looked over at the different sorts of people waiting along the benches or standing around, same as him, before a certain someone caught his eye. ] [ Her hair was shorter, but it was definitely the same shade of brown, albeit with… quite a few gray hairs, really, and he swears he recognizes that purple hoodie with the star on it… But it could all just be a coincidence, yes…? ]

[ Attempting to not draw attention to himself, Rory slowly walked over near the bench, rolling his bag over before standing near it awkwardly, side-eyeing the girl. ]

[ … Aughh, how was he to start a conversation like this …? Why did he even approach her anyway, this was a bad idea—-maybe, if he just left right now, it wouldn’t be too awkward…? Oh, who is he even kidding, that’d be way too weird! ]

[ And so he just. Stands there. Awkwardly. ]

— @ultimate-stagehand

[ Hazel hadn’t slept her usual four hours and thirty minutes last night. By how she was desperately trying to keep herself awake by writing on the papers attached to the clipboard covering her face, this much was obvious. ]

[ The only things keeping her awake on that park bench were excitement, fear, and the many, many cups of coffee she ingested. After all, it had been a long time since she last stepped inside of a school, or even had an education… Was it five years, or so? She couldn’t tell you even if she tried. There was no perceivable way that she could pass all of her classes without fail—-why had she agreed to this arrangement again…? …Ah, right… ] 

[ “ This’ll be good for you! You can make friends, go outside, and make up for your education that you… well, missed out on. “ ] 

[ “ I already have you and Mr. Augustine, though. “ ] 

[ “ … That… that really isn’t enough, Hazel. “ ]

[ Sigh… Spare her, Ms. Augustine. Spare her. ] 

[ Although she really didn’t want to go, not listening to her sister in law would most certainly result in some disappointment and… sadly, mandatory days off. Plus, after some reassurance and the guarantee that they could still help out with projects and other issues, while they were at Eden’s Garden Academy, Hazel didn’t see a reason to not go, other than missing her bed and the other two Augustines, all of which she never truly saw much, as much as she hates to admit it.] 

[ So, here she was, one leg bouncing rapidly and another perched onto the front of the bench, hanging onto it for dear life as they waited for the train to arrive. ] 

[ The sound of a luggage bag’s wheels snapped her out of her thoughts, and they looked up slightly to the sight of a man dressed in Sickly Victorian Child-Like clothing standing stiffly near her bench, attempting to sneak a glance at her from time to time. ] 

[ She cleared her throat to grab his attention. ] “ … Uhm. Hello. Do you… need something? “

[eyehandanonaccount]

guh. random art piece go . featuring other super cool artstule i secretly have.

aughh,,. my girl hazel augustine… you and your doomed sibling relationship with your brother…

atticus’s words say “if you go north, i’m heading south. if you go east, i’m heading west. we’ll meet again, when something else cries.” yes its a reference hazel’s words say “i’m trying so hard. look at me the same way you did so 12 years ago that summer when everything was okay. i miss you (i’m right here). is this tragedy? i knew you once” its from a tumblr post yes

[eyehandanonaccount]

i should probably work on the art i should be doing instead of doodling

used a color palette for this one woohoo!! i dont. normally do that

[ultimate-assistant]

” A … Ahem… ‘Lawrence ‘Rory’ Lavender is a cool-ass person and the best stagehand ever, absolutely wonderful and amazing and impeccable… and you should follow him on tumblr… @ultimate-stagehand… I … Suppose. And… Vanilla … “ [ She holds her hand in her hands. ] “ … And Vanilla Ice Cream is basic as fuck and should be banned from being manufactured and sold ever again… Thank you… “

“ Who wrote this…? This isn’t even how I speak… “

[ultimate-assistant]

"Hi Hazel! It's Mayari. Your birthday's on the 20th, right? I made something for you..... I know it isn't much, but I wanted to give you something."

[ She hands you a jar filled with colored paper stars. ]

“ … Huh, Mi… I mean, Mayari, what do you…? ”

[ She eyes the jar and looks up at Mayari, now fully processing the words spoken. ] “ … Oh… It’s my birthday today… My birthday… today…? “ “ … The 20th… April 20th… That’s right… “

[ They look down at the ground slightly. ]

“ My apologies, I appear to have forgotten… “ [ She gingerly takes the paper-star filled jar from Mayari, holding it in her hands as if it’d be taken away if she ever let go or let her eyes off of it for even a moment. ] [ It’d been… too long, truly, too long since she’d remembered a birthday of hers. How long had it been…? Three years…? Four years…? It was a miserable haze of time she’d failed to recollect, and she let her focus back on the gift. ]

[ How… how long had Mayari spent making all of these stars, just for her birthday? They were only mimics of stars, much like her hairclips, never truly reminiscent of the lights above. But… they had love and care crafted into them. How long had it been since she’s felt that? ]

[ Now she’s holding space in her hands, the stars in her eyes, and it’s hers, all hers, nobody else’s but hers. Her love, and it’s all for her to keep, never to give away. ] [ They’d always thought they could never touch the stars, after all the sacrifice. Ever since the tiger convinced her to stay. Even with all of her dreams… They were always nothing more than dreams. But… maybe, even if she couldn’t fully change… Maybe she could touch the stars, she could at least try to stay strong. ]

[ She didn’t realize it, but she was crying. Tears fell from her eyes and clouded her vision, but she didn’t wipe it away and hide… She just stayed like that, a small smile creeping up on her face. ] [ Even with all the money she could use, all the money she could buy gifts and food and hell, even businesses with… She was swarmed with a feeling she couldn’t buy before. ]

[ Happiness. ] ” … No, no, Mayari. This is… this is enough. This is more than enough. Thank you… thank you so, so much. I… I don’t know how… How I can re… “ [ She sniffs, voice becoming high-pitched and wavering. ] “ … I don’t know how I can repay you. This is… Perfect. “

“ …It’s perfect. Thank you…. “

[eyehandanonaccount]

HAZEL ART HAZEL ART HOLY SHITTT THAZLE ART I LOVE YOU HAZEL AURELIA MARY FLORA FLORENCE JOSEPHINE AUGUSTINE I DONT CARE IF YOU ARENT SUPPOSED TO SMILE LIKE THAT OR IF YOUR HAIR IS ANOTHER TEXTURE BEDAUSE I LOVE YOU AND YOURE REAL AND YOURE HAVING A FUN TIME SO I FORGIVE YOU AUGHHHH LOOK AT MY BABY LOOK AT HER MY DAUGHTER EVER

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