our love of life and tension

Basilisk paused, caught off guard by her answer. He kind of hoped that she would have all the answers. He saw her take a sip of the bottle between them, and realised what a good idea that was. He took it after her. Gulping down a mouthful so big he almost choked on it. He cleared his throat, and then plunged forward. Taking that liquid courage with him. “I want it to mean… to mean that we are more than flatmates. More than just a life fighting by each other's side. That maybe we could mean something more to each other.” he paused, stumbling in his words.

He knew he wasn’t good at this, the whole feeling thing. But man, he wanted to. For Hazel. “Would you… maybe… want to be my girlfriend?” Is that how someone asked? Was it too early? He could feel his heart hammering so loud in his chest, it was any wonder he didn’t clutch it and fall over in cardiac arrest.


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