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.

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"

He only grinned, and while she couldn't see it she could likely hear it in his voice as he said “You'll see!” Hesl steered her over to the tree, where he had pinned the strip of red fur that he had earned in the raid. The red that had started to torment her in her dreams. She was strong. One of the strongest wolves he knew, and he felt like she had forgotten that. He positioned her in front of the tree and grabbed a knife. “Lean your head forward and bite down on the handle, '' he instructed her, waiting for her to comply. He refrained from snickering, wondering how long she'd go along before she demanded he tell her what was up. 


“Now, there's a tree in front of you with an object on it. The game goes like this: see how close you can get to pinning it without looking” he instructed her. Leaning back a little, in case she started swinging around with that dagger in her jaws.

They were only just adults, why did it feel like they'd already lived lifetimes? Lifetimes, and in each lifetime, he'd been standing there next to her. Hell, all of these lifetimes, and she still feels like that lost little girl. No, that's not entirely true. She feels like that lost little girl for a moment, sure, but then she's reminded that she's the little girl found.

She... huh? Hazel tentatively reached out, taking the handle of the knife in her jaws. It's a careful, curious little... chomp? Ah, yeah, wooden knife handle. The whole thing feels silly, she can't help but let a bit of a giggle sneak out. Trying to keep it together and play along but also what's happening?

"A good ol' fashioned game of--" the words are muffled around the knife. Hazel can barely hold back her laughter now, though she would give it at least one go with a show of enthusiasm. Right, be a good sport! Lunging forward with a dramatic flourish and then... missing the tree entirely in her first swing. Ope, well, score one for being blindfolded. Laughing in earnest now, Hazel took a step back, curiously prodding at the tree with the knife. "Okay, but really, what gives?" At least the change of pace has left her in a good mood.

"Speech"

As he had sort of predicted, her attack went dangerously wide. She missed the whole tree! Bas was making small choking noises as he struggled to keep himself from doubling over in laughter. “The tree, Hazel!” He called out encouragingly to her, and she prodded carefully at the bark with the knife.

Alright, good enough, she managed to scrap the edge of the red skin pinned there. He crouched down in front of her - hoping she didn’t suddenly turn and swing that knife wide again - “Alright, you can take the blindfold off now” he told her, crouching in front of her with something in his paws, the skin pinned to the tree beside him.


"Speech"