Absolution

”You don’t have to explain yourself.” She offered in hushed tones. Deathbelle knew that Iolaire wouldn’t have lost any of her beauty in the eyes of the Empress. However much the world wouldn’t be able to ignore the disfigurement. ”It.. hurt that you didn’t trust me to help you.” She offered her own explanation, part of the reason she had distanced herself in this most recent encounter. ”But I can’t begrudge your reasoning.”

Deathbelle sighed softly, her gaze lingering on Io’s golden pools as she stood before her. ”I’m sorry I allowed you to get hurt to begin with.” She offered again, she wanted to forgive and forget. She wanted to love Iolaire easily like before. Mismatched ears fell to her skull slowly, she didn’t know how to mend the rift that had formed, or the ache in her chest.