𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒆𝒍𝒅𝒂𝒎.

⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ 𝐚𝐧 𝑒𝑦𝑒 𓁺 ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝐚𝐧 𝒆𝒚𝒆. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀

[𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒆𝒍𝒅𝒂𝒎. @herweboflies]

This belongs to me.

[Ｅｍｉｌｙ @RestingWander]

𝘐𝘧 𝘐 𝙩𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝘢 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦

⠀✛ 𝐶𝑜𝑟𝑝𝑠𝑒 𝐵𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑒
⠀⠀✛ 𝐸𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑑
⠀⠀⠀✛ 𝐷𝑒𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑑

𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝘯𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯⠀──

[𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒆𝒍𝒅𝒂𝒎. @herweboflies]

@RestingWander Presses a chaste kiss to the bride’s plump lips, a pursed smile breaking across her blood-red seal.

‘ Of course you wouldn’t, darling. ‘

[𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒆𝒍𝒅𝒂𝒎. @herweboflies]

Ruby lips plant firmly to @RestingWander’s temple, humming delightfully.

[𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒆𝒍𝒅𝒂𝒎. @herweboflies]

@RestingWander Size diminishes; more woman-like, human-ish, plump and blush. It’s a mood and a way to show off her ultimate abilities, she supposes.

‘ Forbid anything less, won’t we? ‘

Accepts the hand on her rounded cheek, guiding the bride’s face around to hers with a petite palm.

[𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒆𝒍𝒅𝒂𝒎. @herweboflies]

is one to learn from her miscalculations, this time around, at least.

[𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒆𝒍𝒅𝒂𝒎. @herweboflies]

with an asserting press, mouths locking. One must admit to the delightful flavor of the bride.

She finds this terribly amusing — to receive such a sincere physical gesture from the pure spirit. Alas, the last time she expressed her amusement drove the bride further away. Bel ——

[𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒆𝒍𝒅𝒂𝒎. @herweboflies]

needlepoint fingers careful not to puncture the worn gown. ‘ But it seems you’ve already made up your mind. Haven’t you? ‘

[𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒆𝒍𝒅𝒂𝒎. @herweboflies]

formally bent over the bride, does she remain towering in comparison. Regardless, Bel remains.. gentle, of a sorts, with the purified spirit.

‘ Yes, I suppose it would, ‘ she sighs, disinterested in that bit, naturally. Curls a metallic arm around the bride’s back, ——

[𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒆𝒍𝒅𝒂𝒎. @herweboflies]

slowly, lips pursing a bit tighter.

[𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒆𝒍𝒅𝒂𝒎. @herweboflies]

actually rather endearing of the pure spirit; bred of rapture.

Lip nearly curls at the skeletal brush of a single digit, but not in disfavor, no. Smiles breaks, lips parting.

‘ .. And to which question are you seeking an answer? Emily dear? ‘

Tilts face to the side ——

[𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒆𝒍𝒅𝒂𝒎. @herweboflies]

throat, fingers tapping rhythmically against the cushion below, however softer. Patient, even.

Smiles flickers, ‘ Though I can’t say I’ve ever met another demon alike and found interest in mutual conversation. ‘

[𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒆𝒍𝒅𝒂𝒎. @herweboflies]

@RestingWander ‘ Mmm.. No. ‘

It’s short, but thorough in itself: it is the truth. Something rare to spill past the Beldam’s lips.. the truth.

The demoness’ brow twitches in intrigue at the way the bride catches her own lip between her pristine teeth. Another long hum vibrates in her ——

[𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒆𝒍𝒅𝒂𝒎. @herweboflies]

bride and not making any moves to avert her gaze. Hand drops gracefully from the bride’s chin, catching on the cushion below.

Bel takes this moment to thoroughly study the generous aspects of Emily’s round features.

[𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒆𝒍𝒅𝒂𝒎. @herweboflies]

@RestingWander Sighs, but not necessarily at the contact, ‘ And yet here you are. The liveliest of them all. ‘ Bel quite nearly spoke 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑠𝑡. It wouldn’t have been any less truthful, had she said it.

Buttons flash somewhat dangerously, caught in the eyes of the late ——

[𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒆𝒍𝒅𝒂𝒎. @herweboflies]

state.

It is not beyond her that they’re practically face to face. With herself having yet to sit upright and the bride propped up on a skeletal elbow, Bel can only raise a brow at the smug corpse.

‘ Hmmm. ‘

[𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒆𝒍𝒅𝒂𝒎. @herweboflies]

@RestingWander The Beldam only smiles wider.

‘ Such a lively little spark you have, ‘ Bel says admirably, tapping lightly upon the underside of the bride’s chin. The smirk itself is most adorable, alluring even. The young woman is desirable in this semi-playful, semi-argumentative ——

[𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒆𝒍𝒅𝒂𝒎. @herweboflies]

newfound contentment. Bows down, only removing her arm from around Emily once her back has touched the cushion, as planned.

[𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒆𝒍𝒅𝒂𝒎. @herweboflies]

@RestingWander ‘ It doesn’t matter so much if I’m already right, now does it? ‘

Gently wiggles the chin in hold from side to side, a pristine grin plastered tauntingly on the demoness’ features.

Readjusts form, making to lay the delicate corpse upon the long chaise, seeing as to her ——