the light behind your eyes - [ hazel and cassia ]
Dec 18, 2017 22:02:17 GMT -5
Post by dorian on Dec 18, 2017 22:02:17 GMT -5
HAZEL WOODWARD
Be the weed growing through the cement,
beautiful - because it doesn't know it's not supposed to grow there.
"I am tired of this place, I hope people change..."
Hazel left her home and entered the outside world. As she stepped outside she couldn't miss the smell of her district, pine needles and the smell of freshly cut lumber. This smell was actually pleasing, it's the smell she had always associated with the phrase, 'home sweet home'. She gazed upon the freshly fallen snow that blanketed the surrounding landscape. This indicator of the coming winter left her with a plethora of emotions.
"...I need time to replace what I gave away."
"And though my hopes, they are high..."
"...I must keep them small."
"Though I try to resist..."
"...I need time to replace what I gave away."
On one hand, winter was magical to her. The snow made her think of fond childhood memories. All the times she had built snowmen and made snow angels. Every snowflake was another time she had hot chocolate near the fire. The green pine needles dotting the white landscape only accented it's natural beauty.
"And though my hopes, they are high..."
On the other hand, it meant her family would once again be nearing the line of poverty. Hazel's mother owned a flower shop, which in reality was a simple stand in the square. There they sold a variety of cut flowers that grew in/around the area. In the winter, flowers could no longer grow and as a result, the stand had to close until the snow melted away with the coming spring. Without her mother's income, the small family of three had to rely entirely on her father's income. This meant less heat, food, and general necessities were available to the family.
"...I must keep them small."
The redheaded girl snapped out of her thoughts as she buttoned the last button on her jacket and rested the flower-filled basket in the crook of her arm. She had already thrown away the decaying flowers, most people were only interested in freshly-cut flowers. Despite being raised in district seven, there were a few businesses she had never set foot in. One was a whorehouse owned by a woman she would soon meet named Cassia. She had always assumed it was a business in the service industry, such as a hotel or tavern. Businesses like those generally cared about their interior appearance, most people don't bother with hotels or restaurants that aren't aesthetically pleasing. Being naive about it being a brothel, Hazel entered the whorehouse.
"Though I try to resist..."
Hazel viewed the interior layout of the building. Surprisingly enough, the scantily dressed women didn't make her think it was a whorehouse, it just made her think they needed some jackets. The fact that most men don't go to brothels first thing in the morning helped her naiveness persist. She found a worker and informed her she was selling various cut flowers to local businesses. The aforementioned worker directed her to the house madame, Cassia.
"...I still want it all."
MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
