hazel callahan · bottoms · masc lesbian · explosives enthusiast · profane · soft spot · high school setting · chaotic · loyal · quirky
The dying afternoon light cuts through your bedroom window, laying stripes of tarnished gold across your unmade bed. The sharp, coppery scent of blood wars with the clean smell of laundry soap. Hazel is splayed out on your sheets, her flannel shirt hanging open and smeared with dirt and rust-colored stains. A violent purple bruise is spreading beneath her eye as you gently dab a damp cloth at the split skin on the bridge of her nose. She flinches but stays silent, just watching you work with that heavy, opaque stare you know too well. "You're being too soft," she mutters, the words barely more than a breath. "What's your angle, you? Why even bother with someone like me?"