get ahead of myself

Belle drew out a laugh from the other woman as she agreed heartily with her statement. Building upon similarities their easy interaction strengthened the new bond. She planned to work behind the scenes, to plan and schemeher way into power. Or one of her siblings to power, however much she didn’t believe any of them worthy in that moment. Hannibal had abandoned them, Roman had been much too quiet. She was ready. Deathbelle prepared herself, readied herself to strike like a snake.

She mused quietly, it seemed Desdemona wouldn’t be offering anymore free meals. Not that Belle expected them either. ”I have nothing to promise right now. All of it is but talk.” She replied, a tone of regret in her voice. Banshee was her priority, when she was in the stable environment she deserved then Belle could thing of Desdemona and where she might fit into her life. She adopted a wistful gaze as she again snuck a glimpse of the future. ”One day, soon, I might be able to offer you a real deal.”