ardent

i know you like i know my reflection

Hannibelle



Deathbelle

Loner

Expert Fighter (225)

Expert Healer (224)

age
Ghost
gender
Female
gems
20
size
Large
build
Emaciated
posts
1,106
player
KatG2

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Promptober 2019
01-10-2020, 07:46 AM
She loved that he didn’t hide any of his emotion, she could see them clearly on his handsome features. Infinite love, complete adoration, and his nerves showed through as he worked to relieve any pain that she retained from her ankle. What she was most appreciative for was his closeness, she was still damp from taking her tumble into the water. She knew getting a chill would be too easy in her current state.

Hannibal didn’t complain as she explained what to do, she knew that she would be able to make it through without pain relief. With the pair of them being so vulnerable she wanted to be at pristine mental capacity. He was new to healing, but he had a gentle touch and he was sweet in asking for her direction. She couldn’t help her shy grin as she looked up from her paw to his features through her lashed gaze. ”Perfect.” She guided him as he finished wrapping the offending limb. ”The cold water will help too, but compression and elevation are key in a sprain.” She explained almost without thinking as Hannibal shifted again and settled more closely at her side.

Deathbelle felt herself relax into the Daimyo’s warm form, it was odd but as he placed his arm around her she suddenly felt safe and secure. Like he would ward away all of the troubles the world would dare to throw at her. All she felt was his unending love, there was no pressure just an easy affection between them. However much Belle’s heart thrummed in her breast. She hummed contentedly as he pushed his nose into her scruff, but he second guessed himself after. He worried he was too close, but Deathbelle wanted him closer. His nerves were obvious and overly endearing. He was a confident brute, knowing that she was causing him nerves made her stomach flutter.

”No, I..” Her own anxieties became more apparent as she spoke softly to him. ”I want you closer.” She offered quietly as she timidly reached up to kiss the bottom of his jaw. Their scouting mission was ruined, but now there was no excuse not to enjoy each other’s company. And Belle very much desired to enjoy his company.

Deathbelle wears a rosebud tiara that is not shown in her art.