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asteriskheart · 2 years

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@deathburns asked; “ i trust you with parts of myself i’m afraid to show anyone else. ” / “ you make me feel brave. ” [ jazzhands bellatte agenda ]

► ❪ AFFECTIONATE ❫

Greenery thrived on the isles elevated among the sea of clouds. The long expanse of years upon years allowed isolated ecosystems to flourish new life in the sky, but not to this extent. Removal of limited space and a change in altitude made all the difference, a staggering contrast highlighting what one celestial picked up on soon after her descent. Earthen flora spilled over into countless varieties, and Ellatte found herself falling in love with each new one stumbled across, another entry to her expanding journal.

A lively bouquet / parting gift from the owner of a flower shop the town over secured in the crook of her arm as she gave her usual greeting to Bellion. It didn't take long for a question about the flowers' presence to wind up with him holding them as she launched headfirst into enthusiastic rambling.

Maybe in another life, she could have focused on caring for plants, immersing herself in wondrous botany rather than readying herself for battles lying in wait. A fear born from the guillotine poised over the exposed necks of her people, constructed thousands of years ago by the litany of demons. But there's more to their presumed executioners than meets the eye.

( would she still know bellion in that type of world, personally, dare she say almost intimately ? would he occupy the same space in her life he guarded now ? )

A gentle tune punctuated the lull in her explanations, a voiceless melody reverberating in a soothing hum as she took in his countenance. The easygoing posture as he reclined against a thick, weathered branch of one of many oaks of the forest. The expression he watched her with.

It's hard to describe the look she's seen on him more often than not as of late, to varying degrees. Thinking, consideration. A touch stifling in its focus / searching / intensity. But the heated edges were softened by... she's unsure.

It felt like he's testing something. Surveying her reactions.

Sometimes it’s a prelude to bursts of odd behaviour. Like the times he brought her heaps of food ( more than she knew what to do with / the majority of it ends up given to the villagers ), or he'd say something strange. Missing proper context, connotations she failed to grasp, it sailed right overhead. A blank stare in response may force him to backtrack and offer tentative reasonings or simple, evasive denials to requests of further insight. A confusing blend of distant yet overly affectionate. Why the hell did he make himself both open and hard to read at the same time ? The avenue of mixed messages waltzed in far too easily than it had any right to.

It frustrated Ellatte, yet also tragically endeared her. But she wouldn't dare be caught telling him as much; he's prideful enough already. The last thing he needed was any type of ego boost courtesy of her.

❝ You almost look like a completely different person when you let yourself relax. ❞ A genuine observation and a past one often kept to herself. It's verbalized this time, slipping through the cage of idle thoughts with ease. She's almost aghast at how freely it's aired but he seemed none too bothered by it.

❝ I trust you with parts of myself I'm afraid to show anyone else. ❞

It's spoken casually to the point she wondered if his words were conjured up by the imagination. A demon placing any measure of faith in a goddess. I trust you, like he's commenting on something utterly mundane. I trust you, like a simple natural fact, rather than the gravity of what it inherently carried. Trust. A precious component underlying the bridge of connection formed between two entities, sometimes paving the way for the unthinkable to happen.

Colour crept up from her neck, cheeks gaining a rosier tint as the basest urge to glance away from his vivid scrutiny seized her, a refusal to show flustered reaction in full, ❝ I'm glad that you can tell me that. I really am ! But you shouldn't say such things so lightly. That... It's... ❞

It's treading unknown waters.

He trusted her.

Ears burned under the force of the heat brewing beneath skin. A fist pressed against her chest, a silent plea sent to a heart picking up its pace to cut it out at once. Mind quickly redirected before it could fasten itself to the train of thought. If allowed to sit and set roots, it'd making her think. It’d make her... wonder.

It's hard to imagine Bellion as getting scared over anything. He's Bellion. A high ranking demon entire armies followed into battle. The surviving leader of the former six knights of black, terrifying figures carved into the celestials’ history and spoken of long after in hushed, wary tones as evil, ferocious monsters without fear, the impure who murdered and devoured life. The strong — if at times lax — front he presented rarely faltered. The pillar of almost insurmountable strength he represented in her eyes felt ironclad. What could shake the foundations of his heart ?

Some tension's expelled as she forcefully loosened the tight knot sitting firm within her chest, whitened knuckles regaining colour as fingers slowly unfurled. A sigh transitioned into a miffed huff mid breath and she pushed hair out of her eyes, tucking stray strands of white behind the shell of an ear.

Her feathers needed to smooth out. She shouldn't be so blatantly thrown off balance by this. He's her friend. Of course she's happy he trusted her. To hear him say that gave a certain warmth, a lightness to her chest like it could walk on clouds. It's not any different from when Solaad chose to confide in her and having the knowledge that it's because she could be relied on.

The faint flush of pink lingered from the earlier flood of happiness on the apple of her cheeks and tips of the ears, heart a touch upbeat from baseline but poise was restored for the most part. Hopefully the brief interlude of silence from her end as she collected her thoughts didn't come off as abnormal. She chanced a glance up.

He's there. What once spanned a few strides had been reduced to mere steps as he stood before her, not wreathed in hellbent wrath but surrounded by the embrace of flora, taking her hand in his once he regained her wandering attention. He did nothing but hold it, something like a smile playing on the corner of his lips, and with him closer she found she couldn't look away as easily. So unnecessarily close, and tender, and fond, and strange. Bellion, forged from war and yet... she began to think. This might be a version of him that maybe no one else ever quite had the opportunity to witness, and she’s painfully aware of how lucky she was to have been given this chance.

Then almost as fast as it came into existence, the almost smile disappeared, replaced by something she didn't recognize. Something that almost looked like longing.

❝ You make me feel brave. ❞

The bricks of composure painstakingly built up... she could see crumbling into dust as indiscernible emotions railed into them at full force. He's...!

Ellatte retracted her hand from his grip, cutting the advancement short, unwilling to allow the feelings to fully take hold and petrify her into another round of stunned, flustered silence. Uncertainty bit, clamping down like a wild thing. ( what would looking upon him again reveal ? rejection's far from her intent, but she didn't want to feel the if only brief sting of whatever emotion she could've wrought by pulling away ). Closed lungs were forced to work, to speak through the spun sugar oh so sweet on the tongue and threatening to clog the throat.

❝ Flowers can hold so many meanings. It's another language entirely, and I may be a novice at it but I think I'm getting better at speaking it. Look here at this one. ❞ Leaning closer, ever mindful of the proximity, a particular flower's separated from the rest and she plucked it from the bouquet, thumb caressing vibrant petals, ❝ It's a freesia. I've been told while others can imply similar things, this flower is the only one that symbolizes trust. ❞

Stem tucked between two fingers, she reached out to him this time. Catching his hand in her own set, both folded around it in a gentle yet firm hold. ❝ I carried it here after I heard that because when I looked at it I thought of you. ❞ She didn't lift her face yet, letting her gaze fall upon their joined hands, the blossoming flower sprouting from that connection.

A goddess and a demon, bound not by the violence expected of them but instead trust. A nigh unthinkable engagement between the clans, meaningful chances for such long since torn apart with ashes scattered to the winds, leaving behind inherent hatred and instinct to draw blood before one's own met that fate. A willingness to engage in those acts may have been there originally — natural after the nature of their circumstances — but it too, like all things, dissipated with time.

Those days were behind her now. While the future's more uncertain than before, she's all the more ready to confront it. With Bellion here, it seemed...a little bit easier to take that step. What was bravery, if not the will to continue despite shackles of doubt and fear and doubt plaguing one's resolution ?

Silver crown tilted forward, bringing forehead to rest against his torso, an action gingerly done in execution with the barest of force behind it. A light tap more than anything / a silent apology for moments before. The wide margin of height placed the flowers a scant breath away from a small smile that softened features, the bright petals reflected glow casting a mosaic of colour as leaves brushed against skin. The freesia truly did look beautiful.

Face prickled ever so slightly with the hint of the returning blush, lips shifting into something just shy of stupidly joyful. ❝ I'd like to be brave too. ❞

#deathburns #➥ options. ┊ answered.#➥ job class sel. ┊ ellatte.#➥ story quest. ┊ ic [ellatte].#➥ game mode. ┊ voyager of the land.#➥ bond. — ellatte ┊ blank moments line pages of a fleeting story; maybe there are no words for us [bellion / deathburns].#( *replies a year later* hi #tacks another to the post hug / pre confession era #where bellion is making her feel things & she doesn't know what to do about it #i feel at some point bellion just gets more calculating about his approach lmao #like demon tactics for telling someone you like them aren't exactly clear to her #so he starts finding ways she /can/ understand and then #*ellatte.exe stopped working*#i mean its effective but she's kinda a mess adfsfgkl #I took forever because I kept rewriting and rewriting parts of it but???#here it is! )

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asteriskheart · 2 years

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@lightdevour asked; “🎄+ 💋 but pretend im sending this from bellion's...” ( @deathburns )

► ❪ MISTLETOE // accepting ❫

Powdered snow blanketed the packed plaza, colorful lights reflecting off the smooth white surface and brightening the evening further. All manner of races differing in shapes and sizes crowded the streets and skies despite the cold weather, partaking in holiday festivities or rushing to finish up last minute preparations. It's noisy, tranquility of quiet days a faded memory. The opened stores strung with midwinter decor and stalls selling traditional goods enticed many customers, cheery holiday songs mingling with the laughter of kids and conversations of couples admiring the glittering lights.

One celestial personally categorized herself outside of the scope of that second group comprised of partners. It didn't matter how close she pressed against his side while they walked, since the extent of her intentions only stretched to the point of avoiding the easy mistake of being separated. A member of the goddess clan simply enjoying a friend's company as she always did. Nothing out of the ordinary. Certainly Elizabeth was somewhere nearby doing much the same, blonde demon all but a silent shadow. A friendly outing, a fun activity to take in the sights. Thank goodness they're outside. The cold made for a convenient excuse for the wisps of new warmth further coloring cheeks kissed by chilled breezes. High spirits warming her soul, it's easy to get lost in the happy mood.

It's easy to miss walking into the trap until it's too late.

In the middle of regaling him with a tale of the hapless antics of other friends during the winter season, they passed under an archway. Brilliant timing dictated she choose this moment for her eyes to drift up to seek out his, then it moved beyond. Up, up, up. There. Hidden in the deepened shadows, forked branches held together by a red bow dangled overhead almost ominously, an obscene amount of glitter ( the only reason it caught her notice at all ) slapped across it innocently sparkling back. Enthusiasm stalled as green hues flew open with surprise, lungs halting as the fumble for words lodged the next sentence firmly in her throat. Of course, the odd reaction invited his attention to shift to it too. Now there's no pretending she never saw the thing.

...He didn't seem to understand, no flickers of recognition of the custom surrounding it, the one that sprung forth from the human holiday.

But Ellatte spoke again, and Bellion’s gaze was drawn back downward to meet hers. ❝ Oh, um... You see it too. It’s a mistletoe. ❞ She tried for a little smile, a subtle twitch at the corners. The whites of her knuckles brightening, fingers clenched into heavy fabrics before she allowed her rib cage space, demanded her tremulous heart to continue on.

❝ There's a tradition, when two people are under they have to, ❞ Eyes averted for a moment, shy, unsure. They flitted around the array of footprints pressed into fresh snow before returning to him, lingering on inquisitive gold eyes then darting to the lips below them, two fingers rising to brush against her own. ❝ - to kiss. O-Otherwise if you don't, it’s bad luck to be caught under it. Silly, right ? ❞

Ellatte never felt interested in it herself, rolling her eyes and indulging a peck or two to the cheeks of friends, but this year was different. Or rather, with Bellion here, she wanted it to be different. Her heart had grown rather fond of this demon, it's current erratic pace eager to serve as a reminder. So, it made sense didn't it ? To feel this way ? It'd be fine to act upon innocent affection just this once ?

Feathers ruffled, cold air sweeping over them inciting a small shiver as wings folded against her overcoat shook off the thin layer of snowflakes dusted on them. A few wing beats raised her elevation, clearing the slight hurdle of their differences in height, bringing her closer to an even eye level. ❝ But silly or not, I don't want either of us to have any of that bad luck on my account. ❞

Before he could puzzle out the exact meaning, before she second guessed herself or dismissed the whole affair as nothing more than a superstition, fidgeting fingers ceased in their action, taking up new in the form of hands resting delicately atop broad shoulders. As the rule with intrinsic detailing the closer one looked, the more they saw. Lack of distance blended with cast shadows to create an entrancing effect, throwing the color of his irises into sharp relief, the solid band of gold diffusing into varying flecks of that intriguing shade ( rough around the edges but he perseveres as a work of art in motion / alas, these are but idle musings of the hopelessly smitten ). The threat of awkwardness and appropriate social cues staving off the desire to keep up the lovestruck staring, eyes screwed shut, head tilting forward.

The notion of a chaste kiss was forgotten the instant lips slot together, simplicity falling away into obscurity. The thundering beat of her heart drowned out the sounds of activity and glee just beyond their secluded spot. Gentle first, only gaining insistence as hands rose to cradle his cheeks, a brief wonder of checking if a blush matching the burn on her cheeks could be found on his too gone as quickly as it had arrived, deemed nothing more distraction from the new sensation dancing across alight nerves. Yet an irrational thought seized a persistent foothold, a private wish of leaving their walk unfinished in favor of losing herself in his presence, this fleeting experience.

It’s almost too soon she broke contact, a content sigh falling from swollen lips. Something akin to relief spread through her skin, permeating the air around her, left breathless from the wonderful lightweight feeling warming her inside out. It’s amazing. He’s amazing. And, gods did she want to kiss him again, and again, and again.

Her eyes blinked open. When green connected with gold once more, the sudden remembrance of herself / their position / the mistletoe prompted hands to quickly snap back, flattening against her chest as the whole body followed suite and vacated the intimate proximity. ❝ A-ANYWAYS !! ❞ Settling an arms length away from him, flustered attention fixed firmly on the ground she hovered over, sending silent pleas to her heart and breathing to slow, for the damning red staining her face to hurry up and fade. ❝ I... We... I think we should go find Elizabeth and Meliodas now. And... try to steer clear of wandering underneath any more mistletoe. ❞

#deathburns #➥ options. ┊ answered.#➥ story quest. ┊ ic [ellatte].#➥ bond. — ellatte ┊ blank moments line pages of a fleeting story; maybe there are no words for us [bellion / deathburns].#( i need to make a tag for the verse on tumblr but bellatte is strong with this one #she has a serious crush on this man dfgsdfg )

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asteriskheart · 2 years

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@deathburns asked; ‘ you are teaching me to love ’ but its the good bellatte content :)

► ❪ YOU & THESE BONES ❫

Comfort seldom greeted those mired among the threads of war, but no sounds disturbed the ambience of night resting easily across this human village. If she focused her hearing enough, ears soon picked up on the activities of nocturnal creatures, of the wind rustling the leaves, of the villagers enjoying a safe evening. The illusion of peace only made Ellatte appreciate these days all the more.

Here, under the lonely gaze of distant stars they met again. He sat and she stood, one of few ways they can see close to eye to eye. Was it weakness that led her, leaning into a demon's touch rather than recoiling ? No. The celestial didn't believe so, not when loving itself took strength. Again and again, she found it in these interludes that was theirs alone. She found it in him.

It laid in the way he cradled her face, capable of terrible wrath yet carrying nothing but tenderness when handling her. In the way he gifted a nuzzle to her forehead, foreign / familiar beats of affection eliciting a shiver and suspending breath - slowly, she's growing accustomed sensations it brought. In how his palms lingered after, war-worn and calloused, not unlike her own marked by battle. In the quiet words felt as much as heard, a breath of vulnerability skimming across her skin, a confession she listened to in rapt attention with a reverence of her own.

❝ Don't be silly. ❞ A reprimand, but one lacking bite, teasing in tone. Gently, fingers curled into locks whitened silver by the soft glow of moonlight, tucking loose strands behind the shell of his ear. Isn't this time they shared together proof enough ? ❝ You already knew how to. ❞

( to love is not to ask, it is to give. and he had given so much already, so filled with love. she never needed to teach a thing. )

Reaching up, her hand grazed his, coaxing and clear with intent, and soon fingers intertwined into a secure hold. Closer, closer she pressed forward, unafraid and earnest. Roseate lips ghosted over top his, her own words feather-like in their caress. ❝ You'll stay with me tonight... right, Bellion ? ❞

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