Make Me Forget

It bothered her that he didn't want freedom. She didn't want to force it on him. She wanted him to want it too. That was why she had dropped the story bomb on him about her father having been a slave. Basilisk didn't believe it nor did he seem to want any part of it. Inwardly, she sighed. Asla would keep trying. She had to. She couldn't be with a slave.

Wait. Where had that come from?

The girl's amaranthine gaze widened as the thought struck her. She hadn't thought about it before, so why all of a sudden? Probably because he had been there for her. Basilisk was what she needed at the moment because what she truly needed, she could not have. Was it best to settle for the next best thing? She didn't know, but she had told Indigo that they needed to love other people. So... she was going to try. Maybe Basilisk was making it easier than she'd planned.

Upon being questioned, Asla fought to shake the shock from her face. "Umm... no, no plans for today." Suddenly she felt a little awkward. Something within her wanted Basilisk. Not just as a slave. She wanted him. It was... a lot to process. The young wolf blinked a few times, focusing on his features as she waited to hear his idea.