falling slowly, eyes that know me
Hannibal
12-10-2019, 08:20 PM
She didn’t dispute Hannibal, he did always seem to be in some kind of mess. She smiled as she cleaned him bashfully. Belle shouldn’t have felt like this, all nervous and uncertain in the presence of the first Klein heir. She enjoyed the silence between them for those few moments. The peaceful closeness the two of them hadn’t shared in a very long time. Both of them hesitant in their next move, but unable to hide how much they wanted to be together. Deathbelle leaned into his shoulder as she worked, when it was clear avoiding Iolaire seemed impossible.
She paused as he called the Armada healer her mistress he knew about her deeper relationship with the dainty she wolf. Warmth flooded her cheeks as lilac gaze was slowly raised to take in his dual toned gaze. He seemed to feel good naturedly enough about it, he teased her lightly. ”She’s a special woman.” Deathbelle agreed, but they couldn’t linger on the sweet healer. She pushed the two of them together, she wanted to see their relationship blossom.
”Did she?” She asked curiously, Io had spoken briefly about giving the Klein heir a chance. It seemed the woman had spoken to Hannibal as well. Deathbelle allowed him to move closer, and leaned delightedly into his formas he nuzzled into the soft fur of her of her scruff. A chill raced down her spine as the nervousness intensified. Where he touched her started little fires of excitement on her skin.
His next words were surprising, but they were comforting and she was reminded of the glimpses she’d been given. She leaned into his chest and buried her face into his fur as she thought about her answer. ”I’d like that.” She decided on after shifting so he would hear her soft tones. She couldn’t have Iolaire, though their short relationship held immense passion Hannibal was capable to step up into his role. Loving him was easy too. ”We should start slow,” Belle wanted Hannibal, but she still wasn’t sure if she was ready to dive in so quickly. ”Maybe.. maybe we could go on a scouting mission.” They could get away for a few days and go see where the pack might be able to migrate to. ”Just us two.”
She paused as he called the Armada healer her mistress he knew about her deeper relationship with the dainty she wolf. Warmth flooded her cheeks as lilac gaze was slowly raised to take in his dual toned gaze. He seemed to feel good naturedly enough about it, he teased her lightly. ”She’s a special woman.” Deathbelle agreed, but they couldn’t linger on the sweet healer. She pushed the two of them together, she wanted to see their relationship blossom.
”Did she?” She asked curiously, Io had spoken briefly about giving the Klein heir a chance. It seemed the woman had spoken to Hannibal as well. Deathbelle allowed him to move closer, and leaned delightedly into his formas he nuzzled into the soft fur of her of her scruff. A chill raced down her spine as the nervousness intensified. Where he touched her started little fires of excitement on her skin.
His next words were surprising, but they were comforting and she was reminded of the glimpses she’d been given. She leaned into his chest and buried her face into his fur as she thought about her answer. ”I’d like that.” She decided on after shifting so he would hear her soft tones. She couldn’t have Iolaire, though their short relationship held immense passion Hannibal was capable to step up into his role. Loving him was easy too. ”We should start slow,” Belle wanted Hannibal, but she still wasn’t sure if she was ready to dive in so quickly. ”Maybe.. maybe we could go on a scouting mission.” They could get away for a few days and go see where the pack might be able to migrate to. ”Just us two.”
Deathbelle wears a rosebud tiara that is not shown in her art.