ecclesia

For a moment the ivory splattered Klein thought the two of them might come to blows as Roman offered his ivory teeth in response to her chilly greeting. Belle didn’t even have time to shift before it was gone though. She thought she saw concern flash over his features as he mulled over his next words.

”I’m glad you’re not dead.”

It was her turn to grunt as she watched his pale blue eyes shift to anywhere but her form. The cool of the spring night wasn’t enough to smother the building hot frustration lingering beneath her surface. Deathbelle was a mess of regret, anger, and sorrow. She wondered briefly if he might have felt the same way.

”I'd hate to bury another sister.”

It was her turn to bristle with his words. Her hackles raised and she narrowed her gaze, grinding her teeth as she spoke behind them. Was he trying to use the loss of their sister against her? He didn’t seem accusatory, his his eyes held firmly away from her he almost seemed disinterested. She blinked back tears of sorrow and anger.

”I didn’t get to tell her I was sorry.” She managed to whisper, desperate to see his gaze. ”I know she’d want me to say it to you.” She swallowed hard, her pride and her emotions. Belle tried hard to humble herself before her brother, she pictured their lost sister vividly. ”I’m sorry.” Though the words were barely a murmur on the breeze they held all of the raw emotion that had been suppressed inside since the day she left him.