touch and go

Deathbelle couldn’t take her eyes off of him, and she didn’t miss how much he stiffened when he closed his eyes and then relaxing when he opened them again. She smiled at him, she couldn’t help it. Deathbelle had been so sure that he was going to die before they even returned him to the palace. She breathed a soft sigh as he pulled away slightly, afraid if she took his eyes off him that he’d disappear or worse, succumb to his injuries. His ears would never be the same, but maybe with Iolaire’s help they could get them looking even.

Not that she cared, Hannibal’s ears had been mismatched and despite her natural beauty Deathbelle wasn’t a vain creature. Did she like her comforts? Absolutely. Was she terribly concerned with appearances? Not as much.

Her heart melted and a soft whine slipped as her lips as he confessed taht he had been bringing her flowers. Mismatched ears fell to her skull and she pushed forward to touch his nose lightly again. She could see the corners of his lips pull back and she felt tears prickling at the corners of her similarly purple stare. ”When you’re healed, we can go picking flowers together.” She promised him, feeling incrediby touched at his attempts and impressed again that he had offered to give up his life for the pack.