a single strand on the tapestry

They laid on opposing sides of the den. As if daring the other to close the distance again. Hannibal allowed his mind to be swarmed with thoughts of her touch and the desire he had to be with Belle. It was more then bedding.. It was a love he could only feel for such a divine being. With time he could only hope to expand on such. Perhaps they would never be in a proper relationship but as long as he was able to express himself in private with her the male would be happy.

The delicate words of his Empress filled the den and a grin slipped across his pink lips. Hannibal flicked his tail as she carried on speaking. Hannibal remained still for a moment and there were no emotions shown in response as he lulled over her words. I won't submit to you until after I’ve born his pups. Finally the ghoul's nose twitched and lips wrinkled back into a severe snarl. The Klein ripped his fierce daze from her form and he eyed the ground for as she finished speaking. It was not the lack of sex that irritated him but the fact that it was Archon's doing. It seemed the God guzzling male had a way of getting under Hannibal's horribly pale skin.

After a few more moments the beast spoke, "I respect you and your wishes, Deathbelle." It was not her he was angry with so he had no reason to treat her wrong. Belle was his leader and pregnant after all. A dam with pups was put upon the highest pedestal and such was amplified due to her being of royal blood. His eyes flicked back to the Empress, "I am yours, sister. I will be here as long as you desire." With a long exhale the male leaned with his back pressed against the wall behind him. Eyes pointing upward to the ceiling and lips forming a line of seemingly neutrality. "No matter how my heart shall ache."

Hannibal // Deathbelle