i know you like i know my reflection
Hannibelle
12-25-2019, 07:27 AM
Being beside him eased her aching heart, his presence warmed her and Deathbelle released the guilt of being happy. She was hesitant, but only because she didn’t feel she deserved the feelings welling up within her. Iolaire was alone, Archon was dead, her pups were depending on her. Did she really deserve this getaway? Could she accept the joy that was working so hard to find her again?
He didn’t respond to her comment about getting him alone, but she knew he felt similarly. For so long they skirted the possibilities laid before them. Now they were able to indulge and the both of them were hesitant. There was a lot to lose and many wounds were still healing. Still the pair were eager to let loose and as she ran the laughter of Hannibal spurred her onward. Deathbelle didn’t hesitate to make him chase her in more ways than one. She didn’t know if it was her own clumsiness or the distraction from her beau but the Klein Goddess was dumped unceremoniously into the water.
Deathbelle knew instantly that at the very least her wrist was sprained and the pain shot up her leg as Hannibal was suddenly there beside her. This wasn’t how she planned to let him catch her, but the comfort of him and his quickness to subject himself to the chill of the water helped to warm her. She inhaled sharply at the pain as Hannibal soothed her calmly and removed her pack from her form.
The pair were far enough from Ashen’s home that the return wouldn’t be feasible. They would need to shelter themselves while she healed enough to return. She whined softly, not because of the pain this time but because she ruined their outing. Belle did as she was told and leaned heavily against his larger frame. ”I’m sorry,” she mumbled as her lilac eyes stung with frustrated tears. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go.
Thankfully they wouldn’t be forced to go a far way, with only a bit of backtracking the pair would find an abandoned bear’s den. It was big enough for the both of them but cozy and intimate as well. Deathbelle would struggle to get comfortable, but she didn’t hesitate to use Hannibal’s offered assistance. ”This wasn’t the getaway I planned.” She offered a sheepish apology again as she extended her wounded limb. The swelling wasn’t as bad as she expected, but the pain surely was.
He didn’t respond to her comment about getting him alone, but she knew he felt similarly. For so long they skirted the possibilities laid before them. Now they were able to indulge and the both of them were hesitant. There was a lot to lose and many wounds were still healing. Still the pair were eager to let loose and as she ran the laughter of Hannibal spurred her onward. Deathbelle didn’t hesitate to make him chase her in more ways than one. She didn’t know if it was her own clumsiness or the distraction from her beau but the Klein Goddess was dumped unceremoniously into the water.
Deathbelle knew instantly that at the very least her wrist was sprained and the pain shot up her leg as Hannibal was suddenly there beside her. This wasn’t how she planned to let him catch her, but the comfort of him and his quickness to subject himself to the chill of the water helped to warm her. She inhaled sharply at the pain as Hannibal soothed her calmly and removed her pack from her form.
The pair were far enough from Ashen’s home that the return wouldn’t be feasible. They would need to shelter themselves while she healed enough to return. She whined softly, not because of the pain this time but because she ruined their outing. Belle did as she was told and leaned heavily against his larger frame. ”I’m sorry,” she mumbled as her lilac eyes stung with frustrated tears. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go.
Thankfully they wouldn’t be forced to go a far way, with only a bit of backtracking the pair would find an abandoned bear’s den. It was big enough for the both of them but cozy and intimate as well. Deathbelle would struggle to get comfortable, but she didn’t hesitate to use Hannibal’s offered assistance. ”This wasn’t the getaway I planned.” She offered a sheepish apology again as she extended her wounded limb. The swelling wasn’t as bad as she expected, but the pain surely was.
Deathbelle wears a rosebud tiara that is not shown in her art.