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The Reaper Common Room was not a place the witch had visited often. Not necessarily because she didn't like it, simply because there wasn't much occasion for her to canoodle lazily with her fellow Reaper. For whatever reason, Belladonna mostly spent her time in her own room or out and about, occasionally in class, and this left very little time for actual relaxation in the cozy common room. Naturally, when she did decide to visit it wasn't in want of relaxing. Instead it was in want of spell ingredients, as Belladonna needed something that had provided warmth. It wouldn't have meant a thing if she just burned something and took the ashes. Instead, she decided to borrow some ashes from the common room, as those had provided not only literal warmth, but emotional warmth too.
It was perfect!

It had been silly of her to assume no one would be in the common room when she arrived, armed with a pink coffee mug to transport the ashes. It was even sillier to think she wouldn't have known the person who was there. She knew quite a lot of people...
"Ah! Hello Hel!" Belladonna greeted as she swept into the room, though when she advanced forward to the ghoul she paused. Wait... Was that Hel? The witch distinctly remembered the ghoul from the Battle of the Bands, but that ghoul had half white hair, along with half pale skin. This one was all dark. But the face and body were the same, the style of dress the same, even the hair that looked so different was still braided in the same manner. The colors just weren't half and half...
For a moment Belladonna stood there, eyebrows puckered in concentration. After a second of thought her face broke into a smile and she waggled a finger at the ghoul.
"You've dyed your hair!"
And your skin!

No, Hel. It wasn't at all bad to admire another ghoul's bosom. Especially when Belladonna was fresh from being elected Most Developed and felt they could stand to get a little more attention. And cuddling was always a good thing.
Yet the witch wasn't aware of these thoughts (and perhaps their little meeting would go differently should she have known of them) and instead only continued to dramatically enter the room. And by dramatically, it only meant she just bounced on over to Hel's perch and smile at the ghoul.
"Its lovely to see you again as well. It seems, though, that your hair isn't the only thing that's been changed..." She chirped, though she added the last part a little more softly. Not sure how sensitive Hel was feeling about this change, it was best to tip toe until one could work up to a full canter.

"Battle of the Bands was lovely!" The witch said with a flop onto the couch next to her. Perhaps she should have asked if that was alright, but well... Couches were meant to be relaxed upon! And flopped upon! Dramatically, at that! "How have you been since then? Did you go to Fright Night?"
The witch did not catch sight of the ghoul, but it had been a fairly hectic night over all. So much had been going on, so many people she had to keep up with as well as manage her own booth. It was entirely possible she had just missed the ghoul, so she only smiled at her and waited.

Curse magic, hmm?
"I am afraid I am not very familiar with curse magic, but I do know the basics of things." Granted, because she'd never studied the field, the witch had absolutely no idea that curses could advance as such. It was interesting, but certainly not enough for the witch to actually want to bother finding a book on the subject. Instead, she'd take Hel's word on it, since she was the one living it.
"I am sorry that you are forced to suffer the curse... But, if I might speak my mind, it suits you." She offered the ghoul a warm smile before she politely folded her hands in her lap and continued to listen to the ghoul speak of Fright Night. When a pair of hands came closer to her own, instinct took over and the witch pulled her own back, not really sure why Hel would be suddenly so interested in her skirt. But then the ghoul only leaned forward, and forward and forward.
A tiny note of surprise escaped Belladonna as a warm face touched her bosom, and for a second she sat there, immobile with her hands pulled back at shoulder level.

Then, because it seemed only appropriate, she laughed. Brightly and with absolutely not hesitation, before one hand reached out to pat the back of Hel's head.
"I must say this is the first time I've ever had a ghoul do that!" She chirped, though she left off the fact that it'd only ever happened once before and they were not going to talk about that.
Still, the witch's face did turn a nice shade of pink while she continued to giggle softly as she waited for the ghoul to have her fill.

Belladonna's role player definitely was not at work when she received this tag and definitely didn't laugh really loudly.

The longer Hel stayed pressed against her glorious purpose, the more Belladonna began to laugh. It wasn't hard enough to shake the ghoul off, but enough that the witch pressed her hands to her mouth in attempt to stifle the giggles. When she finally resurfaced the witch looked happily bashful, and managed to stop laughing enough to pose a question to Hel.
"I've never done this with a ghoul, so am I supposed to return the favor?"

Another pat was given to the top of Hel's head as the witch gave her a comforting smile.
"It suits you marvelously! And I think it means more as well. You didn't do anything wrong and unfortunately must carry the burden of this curse. And you've made it this wonderful thing and embraced it. Its quite inspiring, really." It was meant to be encouraging, as something that would help her continue on during this trying time, but mostly Belladonna just sounded incredibly sappy. After all, Hel had just rubbed her face all over the witch's boobs, so Belladonna had some weird feels going on.
"I did! I ran a booth and collected lot of pets and had a lovely time..... Mostly." The witch's eye twitched momentarily as she recalled the particular reason why her night had been slightly dampened. It was unfortunate, but not necessarily something she wanted to bring Hel down about. Instead she hastened on, her smile still ever present.
"Well, what have you been up to?"

The grin was all the encouragement the witch needed, but for a moment longer she stared at the presented bosom. Not one highly acquainted with another's, chest she wasn't as all sure how to go about doing this, so instead just let her face drop right in. An involuntary "OoOoOoOoOoohhh" rose from her as she wiggled her face around, fully appreciative of the squishy warmth. Never before had she considered that another's lovely ladies could ever compare to her's, but these were lovely. Enough that when Belladonna finally pulled back, she stared at them with a bit of sparkle in her eyes and an odd flush to her cheeks.
"Absolutely lovely~" She finally cooed before the witch decided it was only polite to actually look the ghoul in the eyes.

A warm and very glad smile was given to Hel then, happy the witch could give out such a compliment. It felt more like a stated truth, but as people were often wary of such a thing and naturally doubted them, Belladonna was happy to leave it as a compliment.
As for the 'mostly' she should have left out, the witch only huffed a sigh and let her shoulders momentarily drop. Even if she dumped this little, tiny problem onto the ghoul, it wouldn't take long, right? It was alright to open up to others, right? To let them know that everything in one's life wasn't pumpkin sunshine and dead roses? Another tick more Belladonna waffled, not really having opened up to many others... But, well... She had just rubbed her face all over's Hel's boobs, so why not?
"Mort's mother came to Fright Night and she hates me. She thinks I'm a frilly, Victorian hussy. Not that she's ever said that... But she was so rude! She insinuated very rude things about us." The witch blushed a little as she stared her hands, her words having come out in a rush that left her strangely feeling as though there was more to tell.

"You... You weave on a loom?! That's so... " No words could properly explain the particular feeling Belladonna had about weaving at a loom. It was the height of beautiful imagery, where her fantasies about being a scary tale princess collided into an actual pasttime. "Is loom weaving hard? Did someone teach you? Is it a family tradition? Do you get the foxfire fur yourself? It doesn't hurt them, does it? Soft, how soft? Like soft enough that you could sleep in the middle of a bruteball match, soft?" Yes, these were very important questions.

A friendly and warm smiled was bestowed upon Hel, especially at the head petting. The witch even inclined her head a little so it wouldn't be much of a reach, not that it would have been in any event, given how very short she already was. Still, they two Reapers were already off to a marvelous start, so the witch felt it was only appropriate they continue their upward friendship. Quietly she kirakira'd to herself over the idea of late night visits to the other's room, glad not to have to leave the comfort of the building for a bit of friendship. Certainly she'd gotten a little ahead of herself, but far be it from Belladonna to be more than exuberant over something.
Unfortunately her excitement over this new friendship was quickly tempered with Mort's mother's rather unfortunate view toward the witch. With a heavy sigh she flapped a hand at Hel, trying to explain everything in a timely manner so the story wouldn't get too long.
"Well, its difficult for him to really stand up for me as his mother is sneaky and underhanded and says awful things when he's out of earshot." With a frown she folded her hands in her lap and stared down at them, a small pout forming. "And she's his mother. I am just his ghoulfriend."

Thankfully loom weaving was a far more exciting topic and she returned to her formerly animated state as she dutifully listen to Hel's explanation. Her eyes were wide with wonder, hands clasped under her chin as she imagined the Reaper sitting at a loom, draped in an elegant dress while she stared longingly out of a window. It all seemed so much fun, but Hel made it seem so normal! As though it were an everyday occurrence to happily sit at a loom and sing pretty songs and work the threads into one continuous creation!
"Being a Valkyrie sounds fascinating! Did you learn how to braid your hair like that too? Its absolutely wonderful." One of Belladonna's hands shot out to gently brush against the plaits of Hel's hair, before she smiled once more at the ghoul. "Thanatos? I have not met him. But a giant snake does sound very interesting. You will have to introduce us one day!" The witch would never admit that it was mostly because she wanted to meet this Biskoto and decide for herself just how lovely a giant snake could be.
Yet at the mention of being shown the amazingly soft, foxfire fur blanket Belladonna bobbed her head up and down excitedly, a bit of sparkle nearly visible as she smiled at Hel in an expectant manner.

"Thank Hecate, no. She only visits every once in a while." But it was still a bother, still something that rankled with the witch and caused her quite a bit of strife. So for a whole 30 seconds, Belladonna indulged in pouting in front of someone not immediately related to her problem. She huffed and pursed her lips and crossed her arms and generally fumed right in front of Hel, but only for the duration of time to think quite a few unkind things before she heaved one more sigh and let her upset face melt into a small smile. It felt good to share her problems with someone who couldn't really do anything about them, to just vent, even for a tiny second. Already Hel has earned a warm and fuzzy place within the witch's heart just with their fabulous bust exchange, but with her being so kind and just sitting there while Belladonna pouted... She'd certainly made it to Very Good Friend status.

So when the fellow Reaper offered to braid the witch's hair, Belladonna very nearly fell over from joy. Instead she procedded to sparkle at Hel, pink eyes wides as she quickly clasps her hands under her chin. It was the closest she was ever going to get to a real life kirakira, but all things considered, it was a surprise real sparkle hadn't materialized in the air around her face.
"Would you really?!" Belladonna cooed, before she hopped up and nodded excitedly to be shown the blanket. With a great deal of skipping and generally gleeful noises, the witch padded after the Valkyrie, cup and previous spell work totally forgotten.
"What floor are you on? They stuck me on the very top, but I think it is because I can fly with my broom." Which, wait a minute... The witch dropped a few steps behind Hel to consider for a few moments... Shouldn't she have wings if she is a Valkyrie? But nope, only braided hair and loom skills. Odd, but nothing Belladonna felt it prudent to ask over. Maybe not all Valkyries have wings!