#belanah

“Your vessel,” Bela echoes. “So you’re—”

“An angel.”

“A demon,” Bela blinks again, doing her best to hide her recoil. “What did you say?”

“An angel,” Hannah repeats, no less serious than the first time.

“You’re joking,” Bela says with disbelief.

Hannah wipes the blood off with the back of her hand. “No, I’m really not,” she says carefully, and Bela thinks back to the pair of wings she saw just before their great escape. 

“We need to talk. But not here,” she says, glancing around.

“What, a parking lot in the middle of nowhere not secure enough for your angelic secrets?”

Hannah frowns. “No.”

Bela opens her mouth to refute, and stops herself. Whatever Hannah is, Bela thinks keeping herself alive with this company around might not last so long after all.

I’ve never actually pronounced it out loud before but in my head I’ve always said it as bel-anah! 

YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HELL YEAH HELL FUCKING YEAH ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT

They’ve talked about this multiple times, but it’s still hard for them to choose between all the different dogs present. Hannah’s told Bela that she personally wants a bigger breed, and Bela’s gone off about how they were only getting a dog under the condition that they get a purebred. Hannah hopes it won’t be too difficult, but she’s sure Bela will put up a fight with the decision Hannah makes if the dog wasn’t perfect in her eyes.

"We’re taking this one," Bela’s voice says from behind Hannah, and she startles at the ferocity and sureness of her tone. Hannah turns around to see which one could’ve passed Bela’s critiques that fast, and understands at once when she reads the sign hung on his cage, reading returned by previous owner.