The Great Pumpkins

If the way her body was wiggling like the might explode from excitement and her tail whipping back and forth were any indicators that he'd done well bringing her here, Artorias must have done a very good job! Her smile made his heart take flight, her viridescent eyes shimmering with joy and making them shine brighter than the gemstones they took after. The smile on his face grew wider while he simply enjoyed her happiness, taking in his sweet sister's presence in his life once more. It was far more than he ever could have asked or hoped for. This was his way of showing her that he still knew her, that no matter what life had done to her or how fate and circumstance had changed her, she was still his Bowen. It was also a little way to help her make home feel like home again. She'd confided in him her longing for the sea and life of adventure, and though he couldn't give her a ship, he could give her the adventure and the travel, and still build her a home where she was welcomed, accepted, loved. So long as he lived and breathed, Bowen would always have a home with him.

His idle musings were cut short when Bo turned back towards him, coming up to him until she could nuzzle his chest. He smiled with such love down at the young fae and dipped his head to nuzzle across her cream and caramel-furred crown gently, going to place a gentle kiss between her ears. His heart began to beat steadily faster and stronger; they'd shared nuzzles and cuddles before in the past, but never with this degree of closeness in their relationship. Artorias' mind constantly wondered what they would be like if she hadn't been taken, if they'd grown up together and spent their days with one another. He also liked to believe that they would have discovered this love together naturally, perhaps more gradually over time than in the flurry of emotions their reunion had created, but they would have loved all the same. It was a what if he'd never have answered, but the imaginings it brought with it were fun all the same and never failed to make him smile. Either way, now he would get to enjoy his relationship with Bowen, their true feelings for one another shared and reciprocated, and their relationship would continue to bloom and grow throughout their lives.

Bowen shifted and Art felt her soft lips meet his chin, drawing his attention down to receive her tender kiss to his lips. He hummed with quiet affection, a little smile forming across his face. "Always am, Bo," he replied. There could be no denying that truth. Artorias would have done anything for Bowen just to see her smile. He didn't know a cure for her condition, nor did he know the depths of her turbulent emotions, but dammit he could do his best to make her life the best he could. Artorias felt a longing as Bowen slipped away to continue wandering through the field of pumpkins, already just wanting to hold her in his arms again. They had a task to attend to first though, as Bowen was already on top of, and Artorias followed at a leisurely gait behind her.

Amber eyes swept over the plethora of brightly colored gourds, trying to size each of them up. His body was mostly healed by now—at least active enough to keep up with Bowen's affections—but he could already hear Gwynevere's shouts if she caught him hauling a wagon full of pumpkins. That brought a wry smirk to the young brute's face. "I think a few of each is a good call. That way we'll have an assortment to pick from." He looked at some of the bigger ones, then the smaller ones. "I bet the bigger ones have more seeds, so they'd be good to start our patch with. Maybe a couple smaller ones if you'd like some in your room for decoration? Or maybe decorate the great hall with them?"

"Artorias" | "Corbin" | "Argent"