i wont lie

Archon was sure that in some way he was sinning. Were these feelings even normal? Not for him they weren't, and yet, here he was, eating them up as if his life depended on it. As if this were even a feasible route for his future that he may be coated in such thick affection regularly. He took his time with it and when Belle told him that they should heed their unprofessional desires first, he allowed himself to submerge himself in it. He took his time, with past reservations and hesitations aside, and indulged in Deathbelle's company.

-- Fade I guess?--

Some languid moments after the haze of his desires had cleared, Archon turned to Deathbelle with a final sigh to clear his head. The space around them felt comfortable but more respectable with their earlier pull to one another subsiding enough to warrant a more tepid conversation.

"So," he started, his eyes now able to meet hers clearly. "We have business to attend to."

He gave her the floor to speak, so that they may be able to work on their negotiations.