our love of life and tension
bas
02-17-2023, 02:24 AM
Leaving their mark. What a concept. Hazel hadn’t pictured herself with a future, not for a long time. The Armada was a new lease on life, and with it came all sorts of new things. Expectations, chores, responsibility— security. Safety. The idea that she’d not just survive but thrive. Hazel really was thriving, due in no small part to the boy who was settled in by her side. Together they were invincible.
“Ewwww,” she complained softly as he wiped his nose all over her paw. Hazel was comfortable here, though. She moved to wipe it all over his foreleg, but for a breath she stopped. Looked. The eye contact was prolonged, studying his face softly. The same face that she spent most of her days around, but how often did she really see him. It seemed to be more lately, but Hazel took a long moment to study him openly. He’d grown so broad, handsome, and yet he was still Bas. Comforting, familiar. To her, he’s home.
“Ewwww,” she complained softly as he wiped his nose all over her paw. Hazel was comfortable here, though. She moved to wipe it all over his foreleg, but for a breath she stopped. Looked. The eye contact was prolonged, studying his face softly. The same face that she spent most of her days around, but how often did she really see him. It seemed to be more lately, but Hazel took a long moment to study him openly. He’d grown so broad, handsome, and yet he was still Bas. Comforting, familiar. To her, he’s home.