#hazel post

I will find out the truth about our King; the king of plasma that I heard about.

Hazel always trusted his gut instincts. He'd had awful nightmares before what had happened to Anansi's face. He'd had to fight through that, too. Though he did his best to hide it, that had scarred him in a different way and though he tried to act as though he'd let it go... it was still something he blamed and punished himself for every day. 

The redhead hated himself for what he was doing. Methodically, he was digging through Anansi's things; rifling through papers in drawers and on shelves; looking for something-- anything that might help him get in touch with Edward. If someone had taken him, or if he had had his arm twisted into acting on that man's command again; well there was only one person who could do anything about it. Hazel whispered hoarsely to himself, hands trembling as he worked.

"I swear to Arceus I'll kill you all. Slowly. Methodically. In the most creative ways I can come up with. If there is so much as a hair harmed on his head and you've had anything to do with this-- I swear..."