when can i see you again

Deathbelle brought it upon herself, she shouldn’t have allowed Iolaire so close in the beginning. She was weak, and Iolaire was so gentle. She’d been exactly what she needed in the moment. The pair were so far doing well with their promise. Belle should have figured involving herself in Seer’s sister would end exactly the way it had with him. Their love was real, Deathbelle could feel it clearly and pure, but it was not meant to be. Their friendship would last, but their hearts could never be joined.

”I promise, Io.” She whispered with misty eyes as both women realized their fantasy would never play out. They could have each other for a time, but destiny or fate had much different plans for them. Deathbelle was used to this hurt, and she couldn’t bring herself to blame her paramour. She wouldn’t attempt the words again, and Io didn’t repeat them either. Deathbelle couldn’t blame her, knowing they were forbidden to play out a fantasy she couldn’t begrudge her protecting herself as much as possible.

As much as the words hung unsaid above them the emotion and realness of what they felt was obvious in the way Iolaire put her lips to Deathbelle’s. The Empress closed her lilac gaze blissfully, only a single tear escaping her. She returned the gentle care put into the intimate motion, her heart beating fast once again. She’d fallen fast and hard, and again Deathbelle felt returned to square one. She always wanted what she could not have.

Deathbelle aimed to shift herself so she might hold Io more tightly to her while she could. If she soaked in as much of the woman as she could now would it hurt so bad when she couldn’t? ”If only, if only the woodpecker sighs,” she found herself singing, soft and sadly. A habit she hadn’t practiced much in a long time. ”the bark on the tree was as soft as the sky. As the wolf wait below, hungry and lonely. She cries to the moon, if only, if only.” She aimed to offer Io another soft kiss, her regret and passion obvious with every motion.