Exodus

His affection came easily, but it was accented by the tones of anxiety that settled over their camp. They may have relaxed against one another but Deathbelle still had a tenseness to her muscles. That didn’t mean she didn’t enjoy the sweet touches and gentle kisses Archon offered while they whispered quietly. She pressed her forehead back to his as Archon made his point, gathering her attention with pet names as he told her bluntly that she was more than mere mortal.

She blinked softly as his words, her lips pulled back into a shy smile. Belle had never been an expert on the spiritual realm, but the way Archon said those words she believed him. He was divine, and no matter what happened he would go on. He was more than his mortal form. ”Are you calling me a goddess, Lord Abraxas?” She teased softly as she kissed him back, slowly allowing herself to loosen up after the long and draining day. The mountain still loomed in the background, and her fur wished to stand on end. Archon’s attention put her enough at ease to ignore her anxiety and enjoy his presence.