when can i see you again
Io
11-13-2019, 12:14 PM
A flare of excitement raced through her as Io showed subtle signs of pleasure with her gentle touch. The motions proved good distraction from lingering thoughts of loss and and unstable future. Iolaire was sure that they were headed to brighter times, and Deathbelle couldn’t help but begin to believe her. She claimed the right to be the Empress’s certainty and while her words warmed her they were even better for her broken heart. She could begin to hope for bounties to come.
”I do.” She assured her softly after they shared a sweet kiss. Deathbelle was free in her affections for the dainty she wolf. Belle couldn’t help but compare the affections between her delicate lover and titan husband. Iolaire was made to be loved and she soaked up Deathbelle’s affections eagerly. Archon’s love and affections seemed so much more private and raw. Iolaire was refined. The Empress tried to banish thoughts of her late husband, Iolaire was the one here and in her arms.
She held onto her tiny companion as long as she was allowed, and didn’t try to restrain her as she pulled away. They had somewhat similar backgrounds, enough to pull out parallels in their sorrows. Deathbelle listened quietly before Io paused to sip the stream that lined their haven. The Empress lay sphynx like, her soft lavender gaze lingering on Io’s silver touched form. Her fur still draped over her back as she suddenly felt keenly the distance between their bodies. Belle didn’t press her companion, and waited quietly for her to continue.
”I do.” She assured her softly after they shared a sweet kiss. Deathbelle was free in her affections for the dainty she wolf. Belle couldn’t help but compare the affections between her delicate lover and titan husband. Iolaire was made to be loved and she soaked up Deathbelle’s affections eagerly. Archon’s love and affections seemed so much more private and raw. Iolaire was refined. The Empress tried to banish thoughts of her late husband, Iolaire was the one here and in her arms.
She held onto her tiny companion as long as she was allowed, and didn’t try to restrain her as she pulled away. They had somewhat similar backgrounds, enough to pull out parallels in their sorrows. Deathbelle listened quietly before Io paused to sip the stream that lined their haven. The Empress lay sphynx like, her soft lavender gaze lingering on Io’s silver touched form. Her fur still draped over her back as she suddenly felt keenly the distance between their bodies. Belle didn’t press her companion, and waited quietly for her to continue.
Deathbelle wears a rosebud tiara that is not shown in her art.