Flame

And so the couple had talked. Desdemona asking for forgiveness and Demonio presenting her with it. There wasn't much else to it. She had committed a mistake. Not a grave one, but a mistake nonetheless. Everyone made mistakes. The ivory knight knew that from personal experience. His love for her was so great that he would always pardon her. There was no mistake to big that she could commit that he wouldn't pardon. After all they weren't perfect. He was sure he might commit a mistake of his own and he would hope that his lovely wife would be able to pardon it as he had pardoned hers. Love conquers all in the end.


After the long day the pair had retired to their den, entangling themselves in a mass of bleached fur and limbs. Peace settled about Demonio as he'd settled his head down to sleep that night, Desdemona's familiar figure pressed against his, an extension of his own body. He slept soundly, no horrible nightmares plaguing his dreams. He hadn't been aware of the extense of his exhaustion until his wife had lulled him to her side with the promise of sleep. His weary muscles had sunk ungracefully to the den floor, glad for the reprieve from constant movement. The millions of thought that had been firing through his mind hours earlier were now stilled, unecessary as of now. His queen was curled up at his side, sleeping peacefully just how they were always supposed to be. Things were going to be fine.


And then morning came, the sun's warmth seeping through the den floor to warm up his underbelly. It wasn't strong enough to wake him from his slumber so of course his wife was able to detangle herself from him to escape from their den to go who knows where. Demonio was never the wiser, his exhausted body keeping him firmly rooted in the land of dreams. It wasn't until his angel had returned from her short outing, her warm body pressed against his as her inscicors nipped at his ear, her tongue lapping at his exposed facade that he finally roused from his sleep. Lids blinked slowly, gaze blurry and unable to fully discern shapes. He blinked a few more times, chasing away the sleepiness until his vision cleared, Desdemona's beautiful face coming into crystal clear view. A sleep smile curled itself across his maw as he yawned, jaws gaping wide before he chased the yawn away, presenting his wife with a kiss to her cute nose, a rumble of a laugh echoing in his massive chest as he lifted himself to rest of his stomach. It was always an amazing day at the side of the most amazing woman in the world.


Nostrils twitched with attention, having caught a whiff of blood. At first he thought it came from Desdemona but upon further inspection he realized it was from a kill. Bi-colored jewels flicked to the source of the smell, realizing she had brought back ducks. Duck for breakfast. That was certainly a first for him. You brought breakfast my sweet angel? He whispered huskily, tongue lashing out to caress the underside of her jaw this time, burying his nose in her neck as he waited for a reply.


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