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Hazel in the Demon's Den

“I’ll marry anyone who will take me!” Hazel declared loudly. “I don’t need love!” “Get down!” Will hissed. “You don’t know what kind of people are lurking around in here! Talking like that might get you killed!” == Hazel Dixon thought she was putting her troubled past behind her. But when the person she thought she trusted most betrays her, she loses her head and proposes to an entire bar full of strangers. Enter Will Sheffield, a charming stranger who decides to take her up on her offer to save her from herself. He spoils her rotten without expecting anything in return and Hazel's confusion only grows. She doesn't know why he is acting this way. Or why he reminds her so much of the 'dangerous' childhood friend she thought was gone forever... *Cover art by polkadottedscrunchie*

Mcllorycat · Urbain
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Twenty-Four

Hazel managed to keep her mind off of how far away the snorkeling excursion was by fully enjoying her time at the beach. She constructed an architectural masterpiece out of sand (Will's words, not hers) that she was quite proud of.

Over the years she had refined her sandcastle technique on the days she had gone to the beach to paint. It kept her entertained once the lighting changed too much for her to continue.

Will was amazed at how she managed to shape everything so well without even using a bucket. She told him it wasn't terribly different from working with clay. They had both originally come from rocks, after all. Though admittedly the wet sand was a bit looser and grainier.

He insisted on getting pictures of Hazel next to her artwork. She was a bit embarrassed by how much he was praising what, in her mind, wasn't even that spectacular a sandcastle. She was coming to realize Will was overgenerous with his compliments.