#hazel para

[undead-kennedy]

what you want || Leo + Hazel

Leo had taken the chance while he’d had it. Everything had been busier, which in some ways was better for the vampire’s state of mind. When he had purpose he was at his best and the great responsibility of being the Deputy Warden had given him purpose with a vengeance. He was calmer than he had been in months, something that could also possibly be traced back to Baelfire if he allowed anyone to see that. But in the calmness Leo had noticed a want. That missing second slave that he kept saying he would start actually looking for. He was never not looking but not particularly doing more than sampling. 

Hazel was something he liked. Even though she’d been in solitary so long, there was still something about the wolf girl he enjoyed. She’d never been rude to him but then again he wasn’t nearly as clumsy with slaves as some of the others were. She had walls, walls that Leo wanted to break down, to dig around inside of her and see what else lay inside.

He’d guided her quietly out of the Chateau and into his car, she knew where she was going, he’d told her before. Driving her back to his home and giving her the same rules as he gave everyone else. Reminding her of the extra rule, unless Baelfire touched her first she wasn’t to touch him. It would be different, having a second slave in the house for a little again. Especially a woman. Stepping out of the car and walking with her to the front door he opened it and escorted her in. “Is there anything you want, Hazel?” He asked as they moved into the hallway. “Your guest room is upstairs, the one that doesn’t smell like Doyle obviously.”

[forgedsolitude]

Animosity | | Harley And Hazel

Harley breathed deeply, his focus concentrated on the project in front of him. He was beginning to etch intricate texture and details into the sculpture, and to make such precise and smooth movements took a great deal of concentration. The sculpture in front of him had a smooth shiny metal base, that was shaped very similar to a puddle of liquid. There were many sharp and thin needle like projections jutting from the base, and in the center of these projections rose a hand, coming just above the tallest of the needles. The hand was pressing against a few of the needles, and Harley had sculpted the hand to appear as if the needles had just barely begun to pierce. Harley was etching detail into the puncture wounds so that the metal of the hand around the needles to ensure that the hand looked realistic. After finishing off all the minor details he had his finished project. The sculpture was a sinister thing, the base more than a puddle of a random liquid but a pool of blood. Harley got off the stool he was sitting on and grabbed his cane so that he could move his sculpture to another table. With his sculpture in one hand and his cane in the other he began walking across the room. Harley made two step before he lost the support of his cane and crashed into the floor. The sculpture flew from Harley’s hand and collided with the floor, the hand and many of the needle like projections broke from the base. The base slid into a cabinet and its momentum halted, the hand however bounced after separating from the base and landed on the broken ends of the needle projections causing them to be shoved deeper into the thin layer of metal that made the skin of the hand. Harley dismayed by the destruction of his project, sat up looking for his cane to see why it had failed him. He saw it lying behind him, the shape it was in astounded him. The cane was split right down the middle from top to bottom.