Here To Stay, Boyo.

The once Empress followed Iolaire with ease, her muzzle resting on the smaller woman’s shoulder as they walked in tandem. She listened as she spoke about Resin and the origins of the Hallows. Deathbelle had never known Resin very well, she knew who she was and that she had split off from the Armada. That she was Iolaire’s mother as well as Tamsyn’s wife. Beyond the surface, Belle didn’t know much. After a bit of convincing, Deathbelle followed Io over the border and towards the shelter she promised.

She chuckled along with her once love when she mentioned their wise ways. ”Wise enough to tell him what not to do.” Belle returned amusedly, but the self-depreciating humor wasn’t the direction she was supposed to be going. There was still that chance their presence would be denied. She wasn’t sure what they would do in that case, but it was better to cross that bridge when they got there instead of worrying over their future now. Anywhere that Iolaire was, Deathbelle would find her peace.


"Deathbelle & Iolaire"