all i've ever wanted

Deathbelle would not begin to curse the name of the dead nor speak badly of them. Deep in her heart she regretted many previous decisions having to do with wolves loved and lost. In a life full of loss Sirius had been her first and her most damaging. When she had been forced to leave him for dead in the desert she hadn’t ever really been the same wolf afterwards. The two of them grew up together, she could go through thousands of catalogued memories together, so why was this so hard?

Her chest tightened as he put his massive paw over her own, Violet eyes were drawn to the place beneath the water where her toes curled into his. No one had to see, and only the two of them would ever know about this little show of affection. That didn’t stop the skip of her heartbeat as she looked back up to his features, averted as though he was trying not to scare her away. She spoke quietly, letting her know he felt the same way. They’d both been through a lot. Too much, more than either deserved.

To her surprise Sirius went on softly, reminiscing about a time so very long ago. They were getting on in years, on the downward slope together. His story brought up memories long forgotten, but she smirked as he reminded her. Belle remembered the story a bit differently. They were very nearly two, and Hamiclar hated the idea of them alone together in that spa doing… unsavory things. ”He almost did kill us,” she chuckled lightly, trying to let herself loosen up.

”Do you ever wonder where we might be, if my father’s Empire still existed?” She asked him softly as her lavender eyes lifted to his features, following the slight curve of his sabers over his elegant nose and into his infinite sky blue gaze.