O Bucată Din Inima Mea

Bowen had been doing her best to avoid the castle. More than the castle, she was doing her best to avoid Artorias. His girlfriend had overshared some information that had left the copper marked fae reeling. She still hadn't quite wrapped her mind around the fact that her brother found her attractive and desirable enough to ask Briar for permission to sleep with her. Bowen didn't know how she felt. She wouldn't deny that she was attracted to Artorias in turn. There had been several times since she'd returned that she'd fantasized about him. It was difficult to control herself sometimes, but she'd done her best.

Haiku had helped her immensely over the past few days. The pair of new lovers had been learning one another every night. And sometimes during the day. And the evening. Morning too. Whenever Bowen felt that pressure; that urgency. Haiku was very accommodating. Her feelings for the man were growing in leaps and bounds. She had felt love for him from the time that they were children, but that friendly love was slowly shifting to a different kind of love. It hurt to think about living without Haiku in her life. Just like it hurt to think about living with Artorias in her life.

The auburn and cream fae had left her lover upstairs, sleeping on the bed that they shared. She had ventured out into the evening air for a little walk to make herself tired and intended to grab a bite from the larder before heading back up. The hearth fire was lit in the main hall, casting a gentle golden glow over the hall as Bowen padded quietly through. Rounding a corner, a gasp of surprise pulled from the fae, her emerald eyes widening slightly. Standing right before her was none other than Artorias: the very wolf that she had been avoiding. Bowen's heart thudded in her chest as she stared up at her much larger sibling, but she made no move to flee. Instead, Bowen's copper ears shifted backwards and she lowered her gaze, clearly feeling sheepish.

"Bowen"