dark as corpses but cluttered with gold

She trembles. She shakes. There was something in her, something that was dying to get out. Hazel didn't get it. She didn't know why. She couldn't explain what was happening, but it was fucking scary. As the nightmare dissipated, she pressed herself into Basilisk's side. Clinging to him for dear life as she trembled. In these moments, Bas is the one keeping her together.

It felt so real. Every time, it felt so real. Hazel crumpled against Basilisk, letting him old her. Letting him keep her together. Trust is fragile and fleeting, but she trusted him. With everything Hazel has, she trusts him. "I thought the nightmares were gone." It was a long time before she finally spoke. When she did, the words were quiet, muffled against Bas's shoulder. How was she supposed to help lead the pack when her mind was playing tricks on her like this? How could she prove she was worthy when there was a war going on inside her head? Still trembling, Hazel holds to the boy's side. Why did everything hurt like this?

"Speech"