vincere aut mori

Deathbelle didn’t have to say much to get Incubus’ attention. As she spoke his name the man looked up to her. His dual toned gaze and facial features bringing Hanibal to the forefront of her mind. Her heart clenched as he greeted her, stepping forward and greeting her with an affectionate nuzzle. Belle did not expect the closeness, but she did not shy away either. She froze for a moment, uncertain what to do, before she relaxed against him. Deathbelle returned his affection, closing her eyes and reveling in the love that remained between them. Unknowingly they shared the same emotions. Love and guilt intermingled as a quiet silence settled between them.

Incubus eventually pulled away so he could once again set his mismatched gaze upon her own. ”I am.” She answered him softly. The fact was obvious, but she had been heading in a downward direction for a long time. ”You’ve returned to Ashen?” She had gone so long not knowing if he was dead or alive. It seemed like he’d matured and returned home.