when the moon fell in love with the sun

Something was pulling her towards the place. Their place. A strange, inner pull. Who was she to deny it? Deathbelle had been much on Iolaire's mind as of late. Especially since no one would allow her to forget the woman even for a moment. With Sirius mentioning her and Lucretia hounding her, all thoughts had been about Belle. Maybe she needed to visit the cavern so she could think clearly. And so, she decided to find out.

Soft, dainty paws led the woman quietly through the cave system until it opened into the space that was theirs. The small woman stopped in her tracks. The item of her affection was already here. The last vestiges of light filtered down through the natural window in the ceiling, illuminating her lovers form in utter perfection. Fate was a word that she didn't think of often, but it seemed as though fate had drawn her here today.

Padding silently forward, Iolaire seated herself at the edge of the furs, looking down upon Deathbelle. She was a beautiful creature, honestly. Io had always been drawn to pretty things, so it made sense. Though she looked so serene in her sleep, Iolaire couldn't quite help herself. Extending one foreleg, she slid her paw gently along Belle's cheek. "A lovely present laid out just for me." Her voice was a soft, husky purr.