I Swear to Drunk I'm Not God

Yes, Bowen had been with Haiku for the majority of the feast, but that was because Artorias was Aegis and he had entertaining to do. All the wolves of The Hallows had wanted his attention at one point or another. As she spent time with her chocolate and snow lover, she did steal glances at her black and blue brother, noting his deteriorating condition as the night moved on. All through the night she locked eyes with the man, keeping tabs on him, lest he overdo it. In the end, Haiku was tired and the pair had left the hall. Many of the other wolves followed suit.

Haiku had had a bit to drink, but Bowen wasn't a drinker. Not anymore. She'd been forced to imbibe in too many spirits on the ships that she'd sailed and the drink had lost its wonder and draw. The pair of lovers had fallen asleep beside one another shortly after reaching their room. It was only later when a loud clatter shook the castle that Bowen was roused from sleep. What on earth...

Peeling herself from Haiku's side, the Carpathian woman crept from her chamber and down the stone stairwell. Coming around a bend, she came face to face with none other than Artorias, faceplanted on his way up the stairs. Glancing behind him, she could see the pieces of armor littering the doorway to the great hall. A sigh pulled from Bowen and she rolled her viridian eyes before padding down the stairs. "Let's get you up to bed, big brother." Though significantly smaller, Bowen used her slender frame as leverage to get Artorias on his paws. She stayed beside him, allowing him to lean against her as they made their way slowly but surely up the stairs to the second floor. Her rooms were up above, but Haiku was already asleep and her brother clearly needed her attention. She had to at least get him into bed.

Down the hall the pair went, Bowen hushing her sibling when he became a little too boisterous and loud. She wasn't terribly annoyed with him. He deserved to have a good time and he had clearly done just that. Once they traversed the long, dark hall, Bowen raised one sable coated paw to push the wooden door to Art's room open. Inside they slipped and she shut the door behind her for privacy's sake. No one needed to walk by and see their new Aegis puking his guts out into a bucket if that was to be the case.

"Into bed with you," the small fae commanded, though good naturedly. Bowen placed her forehead against her brother's rump and pushed, helping him up onto the thickly furred mattress of his bed. Once he was laying down, Bowen, still sitting on the stone floor, raised a paw and lightly brushed some dark fur away from her brother's eyes. "What am I going to do with you, huh?" With her chin on the edge of the bed, Bowen canted her head slightly, an amused look on her delicate features.

"Bowen Carpathius"