Love language

Though times shifted and the hour glass turned, Hazel was more than happy to spend her time by Bas's side. His searches for his father had slowed, and she could only hope they were coming to a close. Please, let them come to a close. Let Basilisk be free of the torment, the torment of a father who had seemingly moved on. The way that he'd harmed his son over the years... it was a lot. Hazel knew. She knew more than she'd let on, and she could only hope that the decisions her best friend made were... well, for the best.

A game? She liked games. "Of course I trust you," her voice was gentle, curious. The blindfold fastened over her eyes, stepping in time with Bas until it's all the way on. Her vision blocked... hm. What had he planned for her? Hazel reached out, trying to grip her boyfriend as best she could. Stumbling a bit, but allowing herself to rely on the boy to guide her. Head tilting to the side... "Okay, where're we going?" An excited lilt to her voice, Hazel couldn't help herself. It had to be something cool.

"Speech"