i'm your only nephew >:|

As she shook herself ad prepared for the events of the day her little nephew came waltzing out of the brush with quite the heavy load. Deathbelle couldn’t help the amused chuckle that fell from her lips at his adorable presence. He wasn’t a young young boy anymore, but she still felt undying love and affection for him. He made her guilt for the way her youngest children turned out intensify, but she shoved it down. There was nothing she could do about her mistakes now. She could only do her best for the boy behind her.

”Oh, dear!” She spoke softly as his sticks went everywhere and he almost ran into her. ”Here let me help you,” Belle offered as she turned around. ”I suppose there was too much commotion to remember me from the meeting, I’m your aunt Deathbelle.” She told him as she helped to organize the fallen load. ”What’s all of this?” She asked curiously as she lowered herself to her speckled haunches.