our love of life and tension

Both of them with the wild look in their eyes, the grins, everything about them— they suited each other. Two pieces of the same puzzle, fitting together perfectly. She was at home here, by his side. Hazel couldn’t help it. “We should learn to make our own at some point, keep some for ourselves and make a fortune trading down at the market.” It’s an offhand thought, but certainly not a bad one. Halo had started making clear liquors for use in her healing, but if Hazel sorted out how to make things that tasted really good? That really would be something.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” she winked. Maybe the words were more loaded than even Hazel knew. She leaned heavily against Basilisk’s side, comfortable. “I’ll drink to that,” Hazel grinned. “Pretty sure the whole ‘finders keepers’ rule applies to both of us.” As Bas coughed and let the booze drip from his nose, she giggled. “Gross,” she reached up to wipe at his face with her paw.