Love language

This was special, and important. Maybe they had done things in reverse, but that was okay. They've moved in together, had a kid together, but they hadn't taken their relationship further. Today, Basilisk made a decision. Two, actually. Though one of them broke his heart. He mentally declared his father gone beyond his reach, and packed up his search. He needed to spend more time on Armada, Hazel, and Spider. His father was either dead, or had decided to leave them. Nothing else could hold his war-like father.

And two, he decided to take his relationship with Hazel further. He packed a back full of things he considered necessities, and howled out for Hazel at the border. It said "clear your plate, we're going on an adventure"

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The duo arrived at the battlefield. The scent of old blood in the air was oddly familiar. He grinned at Hazel as he led her towards an old, withering tree. He had been cryptic on the walk here, and he didn't intend to change that now. "Hazel, we are going to play a game, do you trust me?" He asked her, before reaching into his pack and pulling out a blindfold.

It was a thick scrap of material that would cover her eyes and block her vision of the world. He was grinning as he held it out for her to grab. Holding on to his cryptic ways a little longer.