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strong arms come to wrap around his daughter, welcoming, unwavering. you’re always safe with me. both yang and ruby had been told that, that if they ever had a problem, he would always be there. sure, there might be a little bit of panic or strong words, but never judgement. taiyang knew all too well the shame that could keep someone from reaching out for help. his girls would never feel the same.
“i — i’m sorry, i’m sorry,”
gods, she sounds exhausted. yang’s tears are hot against the collar of his shirt as the blonde curls up against him, almost like she was a child again. she still was, she was only eighteen. too young for this type of pain and that thought makes his chest ache.
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Just wanted to thank you for that art of Hazel-IT'S SO GOOD. You captured the raw energy and chaos of the scene so well! And it's ok he looks like him! Also I'm honored by the name drop and still chuckling over #thicchazelrights. You are a treasure
Thank you! I’m very glad you like it :-) your ask was just the kind of motivation i needed to fix up an old Hazel idea that I had given up on!
RWBY prompt: Friendship 3 or 15 for Gretchen and Hazel
This has been a little while coming. Only four months heeeh don’t be mad.
Prompt was for: “Even if we don’t talk for days, I’ll always be your best friend.”
Hope you like it.
All in the all, it was a very good thing that Hazel and Gretchen had agreed that they should set aside mealtimes to enjoy together at least once a week.
Once she’d entered into the academy it had become obvious that the twins weren’t going to be seeing nearly as much of each other as they would have liked to. For everything that it was worth, Gretchen was well cared for up at Beacon Academy. She was clothed and fed, with a clean dorm room and friends that loved her.
Down in Vale, Hazel got lonely. He and Gretchen had always been together, after all, and suddenly being all on his own was odd and awful and uncomfortable in all of the worst ways. Spending his nights in a dingy apartment didn’t do much of anything to help with Hazel’s situation.
But mostly, he was lonely.
Going to work didn’t make up for it. Neither did the girls from the academy who would come in to buy Dust during his hours and try to flirt with him while he cleaned or stocked shelves. Neither did his boss, or anything else for that matter.
Okay, so maybe he was a little depressed.
Maybe the only thing that was convincing him to get through the weeks was the knowledge that he would be able to see his sister on Wednesday nights.
That had to be normal for someone other than him, Hazel rationalized.
He’d been trying to become a better cook for her sake, but on one particular Wednesday he’d gotten home late and hadn’t had to the time to really get anything done. When Gretchen arrived, Hazel was still in the middle of cooking but was oh so relieved that she was there.
Gretchen let herself in, as she always did. Rarely did she bother to knock.
“Haze?” She asked as she closed the door to his tiny apartment behind her. “You home?”
“Kitchen.” He replied, raising his voice just enough to be sure that she could hear him. She joined him, carrying her school bag on her shoulder which made Hazel groan at the realization that his sister was probably going to be too busy for him that evening.
And yet she’d still come for dinner.
“Hey.” She said, dropping her bag down to her side with a heavy thud. “What’s for dinner?”
“Spaghetti.”
“Really?” Gretchen frowned. “You hate spaghetti. Any reason?”
Hazel sighed. “I had to stay late at work.” He offered as his only explanation. “I didn’t have the time to get anything else together.”
“Well, is it just noodles and sauce?”
Hazel looked to the fridge. “There's some ground venison.” He answered her. “In the freezer. If you want to try to brown it, we can mix it in with the rest.”
Truth be told, getting venison was a bit more expensive than other meats were, but Hazel and Gretchen had both been raised on it. It was one thing that Hazel was willing to pay a little extra for to make sure that he’d be able to hold onto that one piece of home. Beef didn’t feel like home, neither did pork. They'd had chickens for a little while, but mostly the twins had been raised on venison.
She went to the freezer, rifling through it until she found the little brown package of meat. “I can try.” Gretchen said, tossing it from her left hand to her right before she closed the freezer and joined Hazel at the stove. “How’re you?” She asked him as she reached for a skillet that hanged over the stovetop. “Why’d they keep you late at work?”
Hazel shrugged. “There was just a lot to do today.” It wasn’t a good explanation, but Hazel had a feeling that his sister wouldn’t be exceptionally interested in hearing about how one of his co-workers had failed to arrive for work on time that evening, or how the shop was due for inspections soon by the Kingdom to be sure that the Dust storage was up to safety standards.
She also probably wouldn't want to know that he’d been asked to specifically avoid work that day since he was a little too young to work with the stuff so closely and in such high quantities. He looked older than he was, but that would only go so far once an inspector was there on site.
Gretchen gently bumped her arm against his though. “Do you want to hear about my day?”
“Sure.”
“Well—” She grinned wide and launched into her story. “Half of my team ended up in detention today.”
Hazel blinked. Detention? “You?”
“What?” She waved the question off. “Nah. I managed to avoid getting into trouble by avoiding the scene of the crime. We’d had the idea that we should try to use the training rooms late, but there are permits and we couldn’t get one so we just… tried to break in.”
“Where were you, if you avoided the trouble?”
“In transit.”
Hazel rolled his eyes. It was like Gretchen to find her way out of trouble by just being in the right place at the right time. It was how she'd gotten away with a lot back when the two of them had been little.
She nudged him. “It would have been fun.”
“Right.” Hazel grumbled as he glanced over at her pan. She had barely even started to drizzle oil into the bottom of it so that she could brown the meat. He almost wanted to reach over and take it from her to make sure that it would all be done in a timely manner.
But he couldn’t do that. Wouldn’t do that. Gretchen deserved more respect and care than just that.
She eyed him. “You okay?” The question came almost out of nowhere. “Normally I feel like you would have had a lot more to say about what happened to me today.”
Hazel blinked, his hand tightening slightly on the spoon that he had in his hand. The wooden handle felt like it was about ready to bend under his touch. “I’m okay.” He said, stiffly going back to stirring the pot.
“Liar.” Gretchen pointed out.
“I’m—”
“C’mon.” Gretchen nudged him. “I never get to see you anymore.”
That’s your own fault, Hazel wanted to reply even though it was far from the right thing to say to his sister at that moment.
“Hazel.” She said his name once, before she said it again in the hopes that he might respond in the way that she wanted to. “Hazel. Hazel.”
“What?”
She eyed him,. “You seem sad.” She mumbled. “I mean, you seem like you’re always sad, at least since dad died.”
Hazel couldn’t deny it. He was hurting and he was doing his best to be the adult in what was left of their family and keep things together in the way that they needed to be. He was the one bearing the weight while Gretchen just got to live her life, and it was better that way.
She deserved better than what they had.
But he was trying. It just didn’t feel like he was capable of ever doing enough.
It was why she was at Beacon, and why he was living alone in an apartment that he could barely stand coming home to.
“Maybe.” He finally mumbled, continuing on with what he was already doing. “Things are just hard right now.”
“Boss giving you trouble?” Gretchen taunted.
Hazel rolled his eyes. “More like my little sister.”
And Gretchen snorted. “Only by like. Two hours.” She retorted in an argument that the two of them had experienced many times before. “Are you mad at me?” She asked, prodding gently at his shoulder.
“Never.” Hazel replied. He’d gotten past being angry a while ago. Mostly he just felt lonely and cold. Abandoned, maybe.
Gretchen rolled her eyes. “You know I love you?” She asked. “No matter what.”
“I do.”
She let out a quiet sigh. “You miss me, isn’t that it?” Gretchen asked as she let her head rest on his shoulder. “You know that I miss you most of the time too?”
He swallowed. “No.” He mumbled. “I didn’t know that.”
Gretchen hummed. “You’re my best friend, and my brother, and now I never get to see you.” She paused. “And when I do see you it’s like I don’t know what we’re supposed to talk about.”
Hazel couldn’t exactly pretend as though that particular feeling wasn’t mutual. Just knowing that his sister was slipping through his fingers was enough to make him feel the same way. Gretchen kept herself in close to him, so close that he could feel her warmth at his side.
“I just don’t know what to do anymore.” Gretchen said. “I don’t like that you’re always… sad.”
“You’re happy at Beacon.” Hazel rebutted. That was what mattered, wasn’t it? That his sister was doing alright, that she was safe and healthy at Beacon Academy? She was getting a better life there than she would have gotten if she lived with him and they both knew it perfectly well.
There wasn’t any denying it. It was simply where the two of them were.
“I’m not happy knowing that you’re down here feeling all lonely.” Gretchen said with a roll of her eyes. “It almost feels like we’re close to just not talking at all anymore and I don’t like that.”
“I’ll always talk to you.”
“I know!” Gretchen said. “And even if we don’t get to talk for days, I’ll always be here. I’ll always be your sister, I’ll always be your best friend.” She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, squeezing in on him. “But it hurts so bad knowing that this is where things are.”
If in some way Hazel had known the words that his sister would have needed to hear out of him, he would have said them. But as things stood he didn’t know how he was supposed to comfort her. How was he supposed to be a solid shoulder for Gretchen to lean on when he could barely figure out how to handle himself?
“I feel the same way.” Hazel mumbled back to his sister, even bringing his hands up so that they could rest over top her own. “It’s just hard right now. It’s… a lot to get used to.”
Gretchen nodded along. “And that's why we have dinner, right?” She asked. “Once a week, always. Just to make sure that we’re still there for each other.”
And that had been the agreement that the two of them had come to when she’d first gone off to Beacon. He was just afraid that at some point her point of view on it would change. What happened when one day she decided that she had better things to do than go down to the city to see him? What happened when her friends began to come first, or boyfriends or girlfriends? What about when she was away on missions and couldn’t come to see him?
What then?
“I’m holding you to it.” Hazel told her upfront. “Best friends. Siblings. No matter what.”
“No matter what.” Gretchen said. “And that does include that I’m a bad cook and will probably burn this venison.” She grinned over at him. “Do you want me to stir while you do it?”
Hazel rolled his eyes and affectionately shrugged his sister off of him before taking her spot by the pan and drizzling some oil into the base just to make sure that nothing stuck. “It’s good that they feed you.”
“Yeah, well.” Gretchen replied. “You don’t have to worry about food when you’re getting paid to kill, right?”
“I guess not.” Hazel said, though he really didn’t know if that was the case. Surely she’d need to know how to cook one day, right?
