murky waters

Deathbelle felt like a black hole sometimes, like no matter how much she yearned for another’s love she would never be allowed it. That feeling was so much different with Magnus. He gave to her freely. His emotions were strong and Deathbelle wanted to share in them. To lift him up and hold onto him tight as he held her up in turn. Deathbelle managed to get a smile from his lips as their eyes met and he offered her anything she had desire to ask for. Now that he was here and alive Belle wouldn’t ask for anything. She just wanted him.

”If I asked for your heart?” She asked him boldly, her dark lashes fluttering over a lavender gaze. Deathbelle wouldn’t wait for an answer and very gently leaned forward to press her lips against his own.