falling slowly, eyes that know me

Time away from the packs and their problems would do the both of them good. Deathbelle would do well to get away from Iolaire and the love she had to leave behind. Hannibal would give his children time to digest the return of their father. The pair of them would be gifted some time alone, time to re-acquaint and see how perfectly they could align their lives. She felt warmth swim through her as he grinned at her reply. Being able to so easily bring him joy was the greatest reward. They’d seen so much tragedy in their lives, having a budding relationship to look forward to give her hope.

He vocalized his pleasure with her suggestion and she beamed back at him, lavender gaze sparkling as she let herself fall into his eyes. She finished cleaning the blood from his chest and nuzzled his chiseled jaw with her dark lips. ”Good.” She told him in answer to his comparison to a yearling. She wouldn’t be his first in many ways, but she would be the one he worked hardest for. ”Would you fight against me if I was?” Deathbelle offered teasingly

”Please, Dearest. Rest your leg.” She gestured for him to make himself comfortable. She’d bring the rabbit to him if he wished to settle beyond where he’d dropped his kill. Belle couldn’t help the smile that had settled on her features either. Admitting her desire to move forward with Hannibal flipped a switch and she felt as he did. Like a girl with her first crush.