[she is, and for a moment it seems as if that's all Hazel is interested in continuing to do. her lips quirk up unpleasantly at his question, delightedly noting to herself that he's already asked it of her at least once. getting under his skin, is she? something about one of her previous comments had appeared to really touch a nerve, but she couldn't say what-
and it's somewhere in the midst of pursuing that train of thought that a more disquieting revelation makes itself known to her. of course she wouldn't know which part of her shittery had kicked Yuri somewhere especially tender, would she? they'd shared a harrowing experience not so long ago, but the fact of the matter is that she's still antagonizing a stranger. she and this boy had been almost getting along in a strange, vitriolic sort of way...so why was she still slamming her fists against all his buttons?
if Yuri happens to be looking her way in anticipation for more verbal comment, he'll be able to catch the spasm of pain that shoots across Hazel's face instead. her mouth clamps shut without a word, a long exhale of breath the only sound she makes - because she has to "say" something now, having obviously been winding up to do so. congrats, Yuri! you actually found a way to shut her up.
that small slip of the expression aside, Hazel wouldn't outwardly appear to be anything more than put out by her companion's response, but on the inside she'd be thinking - is this really it? the other novice had pulled her away from committing senseless violence, but it's clear now that she'd never actually put an end to her episode. had she already degraded to the point she couldn't engage with someone without attempting to detonate the situation? how much further down would she slide as the seasons passed her by?]
...yeah, actually, I do. They're gonna kick my fucking ass if I don't bring this stupid fucking uniform back.
[Hazel had thought she'd been in control of herself since they'd entered the castle, but it's clear to her now that she was still being puppeteered by memories of that night. the urge to flee was rising up within her, an ugly but familiar feeling, and once she'd finally found the ability to speak again she was seizing on the opening Yuri had provided for her with both hands. she had to get away, to do - she didn't know what. hell, she didn't even know where. but she had to get away.
thankfully for them both a doorway to the stairs was coming up soon, nearing with every step they forced out of themselves. she'd take her leave once they reached it, and that would hopefully be that. she could only pray that her tone hit some believable level of sarcastic boredom; although she couldn't trust her own ability to dictate her actions at the moment, she was equally afraid of creating another outburst. the last time she'd felt this powerless in her own body was...mm.]
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and it's somewhere in the midst of pursuing that train of thought that a more disquieting revelation makes itself known to her. of course she wouldn't know which part of her shittery had kicked Yuri somewhere especially tender, would she? they'd shared a harrowing experience not so long ago, but the fact of the matter is that she's still antagonizing a stranger. she and this boy had been almost getting along in a strange, vitriolic sort of way...so why was she still slamming her fists against all his buttons?
if Yuri happens to be looking her way in anticipation for more verbal comment, he'll be able to catch the spasm of pain that shoots across Hazel's face instead. her mouth clamps shut without a word, a long exhale of breath the only sound she makes - because she has to "say" something now, having obviously been winding up to do so. congrats, Yuri! you actually found a way to shut her up.
that small slip of the expression aside, Hazel wouldn't outwardly appear to be anything more than put out by her companion's response, but on the inside she'd be thinking - is this really it? the other novice had pulled her away from committing senseless violence, but it's clear now that she'd never actually put an end to her episode. had she already degraded to the point she couldn't engage with someone without attempting to detonate the situation? how much further down would she slide as the seasons passed her by?]
...yeah, actually, I do. They're gonna kick my fucking ass if I don't bring this stupid fucking uniform back.
[Hazel had thought she'd been in control of herself since they'd entered the castle, but it's clear to her now that she was still being puppeteered by memories of that night. the urge to flee was rising up within her, an ugly but familiar feeling, and once she'd finally found the ability to speak again she was seizing on the opening Yuri had provided for her with both hands. she had to get away, to do - she didn't know what. hell, she didn't even know where. but she had to get away.
thankfully for them both a doorway to the stairs was coming up soon, nearing with every step they forced out of themselves. she'd take her leave once they reached it, and that would hopefully be that. she could only pray that her tone hit some believable level of sarcastic boredom; although she couldn't trust her own ability to dictate her actions at the moment, she was equally afraid of creating another outburst. the last time she'd felt this powerless in her own body was...mm.]