island resort

She could tell that he hesitated out there on the sand, but retreating was the right decision. Sand had a bad habit of winding up in particularly unsavory places. The thought was sweet and romantic, but it was cold and not as enjoyable as it sounded. Thankfully he led the way with relative ease and she was nearly rid of any residual particles by the time the pair of them reached the cozy little room. Deathbelle took a quick glimpse but gave him a sultry kiss to the cheek before stepping inside.

Blankets, rugs, all manner of soft things and pillows fill the room. Against the glass picked, dried, and some fresh foliage decorated the sill of the clear window. Sparkling and shining items caught her eye, stones, pottery, bits and bobbles she had no names for. The joy and wonderment she felt at al he did for her culminated in her expression and after the first sweet of the room Deathbelle returned all of her attention to Magnus. He made her smile, he carried her worries away, he made her feel like she had worth after a life of failure.

She touched her nose to his, unable to take her eyes off of his. She smiled softly, blown away by the gesture he gave her. ”This is perfect, Magnus.” Her lips parted briefly to speak but she used them to take another kiss from her love. Passionate and intense as all the waiting of the trip built up into that intimate gesture. ”I love you.” Belle barely pulled away as she delved into her desires.