run from me

It was true. If one was not strong the forsaken world they lived in would devour them whole. Hannibal had once encountered weakness and found himself in a pit of unfathomable depression. A depression that never fully left him but would be rarely seen by others. Only Belle would see such a hidden side of him. He was thankful for those that had pulled him from that horrible hole but he had never been able to completely heal. Perhaps with time his pieces would be put back into place and patched up but for the time being he would merely swallow his pain for the sake of his family and pack.

Iolaire expose the truth about her relationship with Sirius. Banshee had explained that Seer had broken a leg but she hadn't explained any further beyond that. This brought forth a curious brow raised from the alabaster heathen. He wasn't aware that Io and Sirius were siblings. Of course he could only assume she was talking about the fanged beast as he was unaware of any other male's in the pack that had broken legs. "Surely I will find something to fill my time with." Pestering his children for starters or gossiping with one of his siblings. "Are you blood related to Sirius?" Maybe it was a blunt and slightly rude question but he could only imagine she wouldn't mind much. Io was so small and Seer was massive. It was hard to imagine them coming from the same litter.

The answer to his pointed question came with ease. A blunt 'yes' was spoken from her slim jaws. Hannibal did not feel pain this time. The first wave of emotion that came with the knowledge of their relationship was enough. The beast was now neutral with that familiar quirk of the lips in play. He did not blame the babe, Deathbelle was an alluring female with power and beauty. Anyone would easily fall within her perfumed webs and lost in her strong gaze. Jealously was still itching at him but it was not as horrendous as before. Hannibal consumed the neutral vocals Io offered to him. He was appreciative of her honestly most of all. Dishonestly was one way to get right under his scar infested pink skin.

What came next filled the serpent with slight shock. He was partially expecting Io to lay claim to the Empress. But, to say that they were aware that Belle would eventually need more. Io's verbiage was pointed and her eyes burned into his own. Is she referring to me? - Beautiful paintings of Hannibal and Deathbelle watching over the pack lands filled his mind. A relationship built off of love and strength. Devotion to the Klein name and the next generation to come. A certain worry filled him as he thought of their past. Could either of them be tied to only one? No one compares to her.

Pale eyes danced with thought and emotion as he observed the Empress' Mistress. "Will you be okay?" To see one's lover delve into a relationship with another so blatantly would be unimaginably painful, that is if they ever get that far. Would Io be able to watch that happen?

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