The Great Pumpkins

With both of them having been honest with their feelings for one another, it was exponentially easier to be around Artorias. They didn't have to hide their affections. They didn't have to stop themselves from touching one another or giving those long stares of longing. Things were more than comfortable between the siblings now and it was incredibly relieving. Bowen didn't know how much longer she could have stayed in the castle with the rift growing between herself and her big, black and blue sibling. They had talked it out. They had fucked it out. Now things were better than fine.

When Bo wasn't spending time with Haiku, she was spending time with Art. Her brother was healing from his wounds and was getting stronger by the day. Gwyn encouraged him to get out and about to rebuild his stamina and when he invited her out on an excursion, Bowen was more than happy to accompany him. Both of them knew what alone time meant and if Art didn't, he very well should have. Especially with as much as he was touching her while they walked. It was a slow burn. A slow build. Eventually though, her resolve would break. Having taken that leap in their relationship, the anxiety behind her libido was no longer present. She knew that if she needed him, Artorias would oblige.

Artorias thanked her for coming with him and the lecherous fae shot him a searing emerald glance. "Oh, I haven't come with you yet," she purred, her voice filled with warm promise of things to come. Then she stepped away from him and moved across the small stream, coming to the edge where she too looked out over the pumpkin filled valley. Bowen's viridian eyes widened and her maw parted in surprise. Art came to stand beside her and the young lady gave a little wiggle of excitement. She couldn't believe her eyes!

One of Bowen's fondest memories of her mother was the time that they harvested pumpkins together. Resin had loved pumpkins and it was one of the few times that Bo remembered seeing her stoic mother smile. Because of the fond memory, Bowen also inherited a love of pumpkins. They returned her to a time lost and brought a childlike giddiness to the girl. With a happy little squeal, Bowen raced down the hillside and into the sea of orange, green and white.

"Bowen"