The spaces between us

Hazel

The quirk of his brow had her grinning. Let him be on his toes, let him be worried that something might jump out at him. Some day she'd learn how to use a spare spring to rig something to explode, but Halo would probably have something to say about the girl using one of her good jars to pull a prank like that.

At the mention of the Warlord though, Hazel's heart squeezed. Sirius had accepted responsibility of her when she was just a pup, and renewed that responsibility when she'd nearly lost her life trying to protect the pack. He'd accepted her as a charge, and made her feel like family. It wasn't necessarily his acceptance that worried her. Sirius was getting old. He wouldn't be the Warlord forever, and when that time came, it wouldn't be his acceptance that mattered. "Have you um, told him? Or anyone?" Hazel was uncharacteristically shy about it, curious to ask. Still, Bas's words put her worries to rest. As long as they were together, there was nothing that could come between them.

As their voices lowered, Hazel walked ever-closer to the boy's side. Brushing against each other as they walked, granted she was careful to avoid the spurs of bone that made his sharp points even sharper. "I love you, you know that right?" Her voice a whisper. Her tone is tender as they move together, nearly as one.

"Hazel" & "Basilisk"

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