i know you like i know my reflection

Their dance of gentle teasings and the fluttering of their luxurious lashes. Both of the Kleins were woven with seduction and elegance. Forged with pristine silver tongues and the art of body langue. Deathbelle and Hannibal were cut from the same cloth and it showed. But, such a tango was muffled by a thick blanket of nervousness. Hannibal did not want to push the babe into hurried or forced romance. Belle needed time to heal, that much was clear. As much as the albino wished to sweep her off her paws and delved into whatever they desired he would need to wait and take it slow for her sake. Which he did not mind in the least. The phantom was merely pleased to have her attention.

He could feel the heat of her gaze on him as a few steps were taken. Their gaze met as Hannibal hovered over the vials and wrappings. A slightly pathetic yet goofy grin was slung across pink lips. It was evident he was clueless when it came to healing. Some things were obvious but he didn't know much about herbs. Iber had taught him the basics but such lessons felt like they happened in a whole different lifetime. But, the Empress finally informed him of what he needed to do. The male nodded and followed her demands by taking a strip of cured leather to her. Hannibal would cautiously attempt to wrap her injured leg, with her help, "Tell me when it is tight enough." With her say he'd secure it in place and let forth a tiny sigh. That cold heart was beating rapidly which was a feeling he had felt when she initially fell. The very thought of harm coming Belle's way made him flush was emotion and his pressure to rise.

After a moment his usual sly smirk slipped across his lips. Hannibal moved the bag to the side before moving to lay behind the Empress. The beast aimed to company her in some snuggles as 'the big spoon.' He was hyper aware of her injured limb as his own front leg aimed to drape over her slightly. Albino white fur mixed with her own deep mottled pelt. He'd try to get close but not overly so. His intention was not to cross any boundaries but to respectfully offer his warmth and love. A slender muzzle moved to nuzzle into her scruff, "I.. can give you space if you wish, Empress." Lashes fluttered to shut his pale eyes as he inhaled her floral scent. She could likely feel the heat of his skin and how rapidly his heart was beating. A mix of desire and sheer anxiety radiated from the usually confident Klein.