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[ofhera]

✳ the mortal sun has risen and set a thousand thousand times, and hera is yet bound to the earthly realm, the reincarnation loop continues. this time their mortal coil has taken the shape of juno temple, a human born on [day/month/year], a libra and named hazel verlice. ✳

with hera’s consciousness tucked away from their own, they have little indication of the complexity of who they are, and what they are, and that has only really served to add more confusion and questions. when, or even if, the barrier between the immortal hera and the mortal hazel is broken down, they will be able to harness the ability to take another’s hands and see their memories and troubles. until that day, as the olympian goddess of the gods, women, marriage and the sky, hazel continues to unknowingly influence the world and be influenced by, the immortal being within them, manifesting in dreaming about strangers and their problems as well as the solutions. in the mean time, hazel is cisfemale using she/her to define themselves, and is thirty two years old. life goes on for them as most everyone else’s does; working at cygnus restaurant as a hostess, and if she can’t be found there, she can usually be found at hidden falls, doing photography. originally from portland, oregon, they now live in rock rose park without room-mates but with their bird, a canary, named agalia. to date, hazel has been on magnetic island for 8 months.

“No dawn, no day, I'm always in this twilight In the shadow of your heart”  Cosmic Love by Florence and the Machine 

** Hello everyone! I’m Lapis and I’ll be writing for Hazel :) I’m really excited to be a part of this rp and interact with all you and your amazing muses! It’s been a hot minute since I’ve roleplayed so I hope you’ll excuse how slow I am lol. I’m slowly recalling how to do everything haha but anywho, I’d love to plot if anyone is interested! I’ll have a wanted connections page up shortly but for now here’s a small bio for now 

oh and it was perfect wasn’t it?

I wanted to believe it was for so long. The days leading up to our marriage were simply perfect and I thought, this is the beginning of my beautiful life with you. There might have been a few hiccups here and there, whispers around us, and several missed calls on your phone but I wanted to live in our perfect little bubble and you would have let me. 

And thank the stars for her, if it wasn’t for her I would lived and died in the perfect bubble you made for me. 

It was our rehearsal dinner and our family and friends gathered around the long table and we were joyous. I couldn’t see it then, but now that I recall, I can see your eyes looking into mine with a superficial sheen and across the table you looked at her with meaning. At the end of the night, she was the last one to congratulate us on our big day, but her eyes told me something was wrong. 

It was in my sleep I saw you both, hand in hand only as you were being torn apart by my anger. A helpless shrew screaming in agony to see her lover yearn for another. The solution was clear, it had to end. 

And it did. 

Believe me when I tell you I loved you most, but I will not pretend and live in a facade. I want to be loved, truly and deeply. So I ran off, miles away to a place where I can love myself first and search again for the one I’ll love more. 

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