haunted by the ghost of you

She wasn’t sure what to think of the man quite yet, though her first instinct was to be weary. She wasn’t one to make snap judgements. Magenta gaze didn’t leave him as he offered his observations on her name and gave her his own. Belle wouldn’t disagree with his assessment. ”Well met.” She offered with a slight nod. Hannibal had seemed to respect this Archon, and with only that Belle could offer a bit of her own. As he fell silent she allowed herself to look him over again, but found his forest eyes as he spoke.

His words stung, but it was only because they were true. Her stare grew hard but she nodded in affirmation. He had left her. ”Where does that leave you?” Why did Archon care about her status in the world? He was an unknown to her, what did she owe to him let alone answers to questions such as these? She had no desire to deny him them however.

”To pick up the pieces he has left behind.” She told him honestly but vaguely, the Klein name was destined to rule again. However, the leader meant to step up was not as clear. ”To regain my true title.” They were pretty words, but she had much work to do before they came true. ”Why do you ask, Archon?” Deathbelle asked suspiciously, perking a brow and tilting her head curiously.