Drift Away Together

Artorias frowned and gave a contemplative hum to Bowen's statements. There would be no doubt that he would have had a worse time as the pirates' captive given his rebellious and fiery nature. It would have been more painful, at the very least. But in the same breath, that meant Bowen thought he was strong. A flash of heat blossomed over his cheeks, and once more he was glad she wasn't looking at him to see the bashful smile that appeared on his face. She looked back at him then, and instantly he was captivated. It was as if every glance demanded his attention. Burnt amber held viridian emerald, and the young brute silently prayed that his turbulent emotions weren't being betrayed by his eyes. Art's emotions had always run wild and hot, and he was still learning to keep them under control and less worn on his sleeve.

Bowen told him not to feel bad and that she was content to come back to the castle after adventuring. That brought a somewhat relieved smile to him. He wouldn't have to worry about Bowen finding a sudden urge to run off on her own, to wake up one day to find her room empty again and his sister nothing but a memory. It was his greatest dread to lose his family—Bowen in particular. Maybe it was because he'd already thought he'd lost her forever once. He would do anything to prevent that from coming to pass again. He noticed the soft gasp she made, felt the gentle quiver of her body beneath his touch, and at first feared that he'd startled her or triggered some sort of trauma from her time with the pirates. When she didn't say anything, he let it pass without comment, but the sound of his little sister's breathy gasp and the feel of that shudder was stuck in his brain. Gods damn, he was so fucked up!

"I'd like that too," he said in total agreement, a crooked smile playing on his lips to see her smile as well. He was already planning on places they could go together. It didn't matter to him if he was to become alpha of the Hallows. He would always make time for Bowen. His breathing hitched as he turned his muzzle back towards her, contemplating leaning in to nuzzle her neck again. He wanted to so badly; he wanted to feel her tremble and hear her gasp again. But before he got the chance to lean in closer, Bowen was wordlessly rising to her paws heading back into the water. He followed her every movement with enraptured eyes, watching her fur melt to her body again as she touched the water. He swallowed past the lump in his throat, taking slow and steady breaths to try and calm his pounding heart. Fuck, had she caught on to him? If she did, why wasn't she saying anything? Was it because she was too embarrassed by him or scared of him?

He turned his gaze away before his staring could have an obvious effect on his body, young hormones raging in his blood as that familiar gnawing lust made itself at home in his belly. He didn't even have Briar around to help alleviate any of the unbearable tensions. He'd be left to his own devices once he was able to sneak away for a time back home. Once he was sure he could stand up without any noticeable side effects of their closeness, Artorias made his way over to the water as well, only going in far enough for the water to reach halfway up his legs to cool himself down some. He watched the waves, the sunlight dancing off the water's surface, the clouds floating lazily in the sky... anywhere but his beautiful water nymph of a sister a few mere feet away. "You do love the water," he commented with a small smirk. "You were made for it."

"Artorias" | "Corbin" | "Argent"