you are nothing less than angels

Basilisk felt her shift, and moved a paw to scoop it around her, yawning as he shifted himself. He’d clocked a lot of hours outside of the Armada lately. Between their duties, and his mission, where were they going to have time to watch a kid? But they would find it. He knew they would.

“That all sounds very reasonable. When did you get so reasonable, Hazel?” He asked, swatting at her lightly with his paw. But he knew the answer. When she had become General. When she had killed her dad. There were a lot of things that had forced her to grow quickly. He just hoped he wasn’t left behind. “I like that, letting them decide” He agreed. He paused then, and leaned his nuzzle on her shoulder. “I love you, Hazel” He wanted no one else at his side but her. He wondered if he might get jealous, sharing Her with Spider.

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