all we ever knew

Deathbelle allowed only one wolf to know her in more intimate ways, the father of her children was as of yet the only one to have touched her. Despite this she felt herself falling for the three most important men in her life. She ached for Sirius, but he spurned her twice now and her hope of truly calling him hers was sorrowful and fleeting. Archon, the tall, reserved once-band leader who had shown her a softness that she would have never expected. He was soft and sweet to her, admitting he would spend his life with her. Is it what she wanted though? Is it what would be proper? Should she deny a real commitment so that she could explore this relationship with her dear brother? What would Hamiclar have wanted from her?

She banished the thoughts from her mind as Hannibal replied, the ocean tousled her fur and the ocean breeze was slowly soothing her stomach. As well as her half-sibling’s own words, he was not romantically interested in Circe, and beyond duty she shouldn’t dwell on such thoughts. Hannibal was loyal to her, and she knew he would never leave her again.

”You put my mind at ease, brother.” Belle murmured softly and leaned against his shoulder. Her head tilted against his neck and she sighed heavily into his side. ”Please go on, what ideas do you have?” They were close to the desert and only need fear the night’s cold. Auster was a short journey away, and their weather seemed to be opposite to that of Boreas.