Just was a strange concept, at least in her head. They'd been just friends before, but was it ever just? That seemed to minimize things, at least as far as Hazel could tell. They weren't just friends, they were best friends. They kept each other safe. They'd been through a lot, in more ways than one. They'd seen everything and been everything to each other and now? Now there was more than just that. Oh he said... was he mad? Fuck. Fuck, had she ruined everything? Okay, apparently not. The nudge, and softly she peered back up. They're a breath apart again, and it was like all the air had been sucked out of her lungs. He met her here, and there it was. Things that Hazel herself wasn't even sure she was capable of feeling until now. Wars were fought, time and time again, over feelings just like this. Now she understood why. Like her soul was on fire. Every nerve ending in her body was alive, and so was she. Leaning into Bas resting against him, relying on every bit of him to keep her together and keep her up. This was different than anything that had come before, but it would change all the things after. Hazel couldn't help but be excited about that, too. She tucked in closer to Bas, clinging to him. Holding to him. In that moment it's just the two of them, and nothing else mattered. "Hazel" & "Basilisk"

His heart was hammering in his chest, and his limbs felt warm. He’d never felt like this before. But some strange anticipation and anxiety was working its way through his system. She leaned against him. Soft and secure at his side. He suddenly understood for the first time that possessive feeling his grandfather displayed so easily. That need to keep Hazel safe and secure in his arms. What was happening to him?

He found he didn’t like the uncertainty. Hazel might be content to curl up in his arms, and keep this strange newness between them something soft and quiet. But he couldn’t. “So what happens now Hazel? What does this mean?” He asked, voice soft and vulnerable. He might be the taller one. But he was looking at Hazel as if expecting her to hold the answers.


"Speech"

Things were strange, but weren't they always? Things had never been normal in Hazel's world. It had been two years full of weird and weird alone. Two years of weird, and he had been with her through it all. She wouldn't have wanted it any other way. Curled in close to Bas's side, this is home. Wherever he is, that's where home is. Home is wherever they can be together. Nothing would come between them, not now and not ever-- Hazel was certain of that much. Hazel was no wilting flower, no damsel in distress, but she would let Bas keep her safe. It was the same way she'd keep him safe. They're inseparable for a reason. His question caught her offguard, even though it probably shouldn't have. Hazel sighed softly, taking a long sip from the bottle between them. "What do you want it to mean?" Her voice was soft, nearly shy as she tucked against his side. It was a big question. It was an even bigger question for the girl who didn't really have anything to go off of, in terms of what a positive, healthy relationship should look like. Watching Seer with Zee for the last little while was one thing, but they'd been together forever and a day. What did someone do when they felt like this about someone, but when everything was strange and new? Hazel hadn't been big on the whole feelings thing before this point, and it was leaving her a little lost. "Hazel" & "Basilisk"

Basilisk paused, caught off guard by her answer. He kind of hoped that she would have all the answers. He saw her take a sip of the bottle between them, and realised what a good idea that was. He took it after her. Gulping down a mouthful so big he almost choked on it. He cleared his throat, and then plunged forward. Taking that liquid courage with him. “I want it to mean… to mean that we are more than flatmates. More than just a life fighting by each other's side. That maybe we could mean something more to each other.” he paused, stumbling in his words.

He knew he wasn’t good at this, the whole feeling thing. But man, he wanted to. For Hazel. “Would you… maybe… want to be my girlfriend?” Is that how someone asked? Was it too early? He could feel his heart hammering so loud in his chest, it was any wonder he didn’t clutch it and fall over in cardiac arrest.


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It was uncharted territory for both of them. Growing up side by side they’d been inseparable, but there was something more here. Something deeper. Something more important than either of them could know or understand right now. That was okay, too. All they needed was each other. Hazel rested her head softly against the boy’s broad shoulder. They could be more… that was a pretty thought.

His girlfriend. Her heart sprang into her chest. Soft gaze on Bas’s face, eyes shining. “I’ll be your girlfriend if you’ll be my boyfriend,” a soft grin on her lips. She can’t help but say the words out loud. Shy to taste, but comfortable all the same. Hazel couldn’t really contain her excitement.

He laughed, he couldn’t help it. Giddy from too much alcohol, and off the sheer strength of her smiling eyes. “Oh, well then” He said, pausing to amp up the tension before grinning and leaning over to plant a slobbering lick across her ear.

“I’ll be your boyfriend, then, I guess.” He said. “If you can stand me” He added, voice light and teasing as he aimed to gently knock his shoulder into hers and plant more overly-drooling kisses against her ears. If he was able to knock her over, he would do that, too. Turning it into a wrestling match.. With his girlfriend.


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