when the moon fell in love with the sun

In a different world, perhaps their story would have played out with a brighter end. Though Iolaire's face shone with love and affection, there was also a bit of sadness there, despite trying to keep the emotion at bay. Things would never work. It was like a mantra in her head. Never work. Never work. Never work. Sirius and the Armada would always come first for Iolaire just as being Empress to the Empire would always come first for Deathbelle. Perhaps they could come to some sort of understanding, at least.

Affection was spread between them. Touches and caresses given freely. Iolaire reveled in her lovers embrace and welcome each action that Belle bestowed upon her. When the woman broke away and began to speak, however, Io eyed her curiously. A gift? When Belle pushed the cuffs forward, Iolaire's eyes widened slightly. They were gorgeous. And there were two of them. She listened to Deathbelle's idea and noted the sheepish expression. Soft laughter bubbled up in the smaller dame's chest and she pulled her lover close in a tight embrace. "A very cute and thoughtful gesture." The thought flashed through her mind that Belle was definitely girlfriend material. "I'll wear it proudly." To prove this, Io slid the cuff onto her front left foreleg and it settled as if it had always been there. Giving her leg a little shake, she watched the muted light play off of the piece of jewelry. "Beautiful, but not so much as you."

Taking up the second cuff the dainty fae placed it upon her lovers right foreleg. Now they matched and had something to remember one another by even when they were apart. Io gave their matching jewelry a little click by tapping hers with Death's in a little 'cheers.' "Thank you for this." She smiled sweetly. The thoughtful gesture meant a lot to the woman. She had been given gifts in her day, but never from someone that she cared about.