when the moon fell in love with the sun

Iolaire might have taken the scenario to heart and blamed herself for the mess. However, Deathbelle was the ne truly to blame. Io had been so content curled up on the furs, she never should have suggested a walk. Mismatched ears lay on her skull as she approached the dainty dame, her emotions obvious in her stance and expression.

Though she was quickly forbidden from looking after her features. Deathbelle recoiled, having not expected the reaction at all. She whined softly, trying to be supportive and knowing deep down it was not Io’s looks that drew them together. Not that she would believe her lover marred anyway, Iolaire didn’t see it that way. She did seem to find her senses, enough that she knew she needed to see to the Empress.

Their new bangles were covered in blood, but despite Io’s panic about her injuries Deathbelle liked it that way. She was a warrior princess, she and Sirius had been in too many scraps to count. Deathbelle did as she was told, though she didn’t like it. ”Io, scars don’t bother me, you’re beautiful no matter.” She tried to be supportive as the smaller woman grabbed her sack. Belle was too worried about the tiny healer to give much thought to her own bleeding wounds. ”Let me help you, if we’re quick we can prevent them.” She whined softly. Facial wounds bled a lot but that was no indication of how serious they really were.