enjoy the flames

Deathbelle grew cold easily and as the wind washed over them the Klein goddess shivered before Hannibal leaned in closer. She caught his dual toned gaze with a coy smile as he held her close and kept her warm. Belle nuzzled his chin without hesitation as he dismissed her apology. Whatever was would be. There was no changing the past, as she knew too well. As she had to admit now.

He hugged her to himself as she mourned her husband, and his hushed word of support did much to brighten the young widow. Losing him was hard, but now having her brother here and returned to her helped give her hope. Especially after being convinced she had lost him as well.

Hannibal’s words were of pride when he spoke of Sirius and the way the pack was growing. He was proud of her despite all the hurdles she’d been handed. belle felt her lips pull back into a smile as she let him hold her. She breathed him in and relaxed in his embrace when he eventually asked after the children. ”Growing like weeds. Before I know it they’ll be yearlings.” She offered longingly, again wishing their father could be here to see them.