You should leave a review. (Fun fact: this was originally written for Hazel before SON came out. It was intended to be a longish oneshot, but didn't get past drabble length. And as it turns out, Hazel's not much of a fortress.) *nods eagerly* (Dear XxALLOFYOURNAMESxX: Air kisses and bear hugs and 30 Seconds To Mars.)
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xi. fortress walls
They say no man is an island.
That's fine by her, because she prefers to think of herself as a heavily armed, impenetrable fortress. Of course, some call her a frigid cold bitch, but that's just more ammunition to shoot down from her fortress walls. She's spent years building those walls. They are heavily fortified, complete with iron battlements and gargoyles. There are times when those walls get in the way, when she feels isolated and above it all, but it's times like now that she built those walls to protect herself from in the first place.