just one night couldn't be so wrong

She listened quietly as he held her and spoke about the wolf he was outside of the den and their little sphere of love where nothing mattered but the soft sighs between them. Deathbelle learned why he’d played her with such talent, but also why he had offered himself to her so easily. How many other women, or men, had he said the same thing to? How many had she? Deathbelle grew quiet for a moment, her mismatched ears lowering to her skull thoughtfully.

He was upfront in his beliefs as well as his need for clarification. Deathbelle buried her features into his dark flame kissed neck. ”Yes.” She answered, knowing she wasn’t through with his love making yet and unresigned to how long she wished to keep him. If she weren’t an Empress.. What she wanted and what she needed to do were as always two very different things. She wanted to forget about what she left behind, she had a glimpse of some bright and happy future.

”I’m afraid to want all of you.” Belle confessed to him shyly. ”Something always happens. I always lose…” She sobbed softly, realizing she couldn’t just forget the past. Couldn’t let go of those moments leading up to this. To them. But the uncertainty of the future scared her. She’d loved and lost so many times. Her heart ached.